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BY    RESOLUTION    OF    THE 


NEW  YORK   STATE   CONVENTION 


THE  DISCIPLES  OF  CIIPtlST. 


NEW   YORK: 
Geo.  H.  Bkli.,  Statioxki,  Printkpv  and  Kwelopb 

3lA.\LrFACTUKEi1,    1.53    NaSSAC'-StjIEET 

1851. 


INTRODUCTION. 


Dear.  Buethrex — In  pursuance  of  your  Re- 
solution, passed  at  the  last  meeting  of  your  Con- 
vention, I  have  compiled  this  little  Book.  Ow- 
ing to  the  impracticability  of  meeting,  the  other 
members  of  your  Compiling  Committee  request- 
ed me  to  proceed  alone ;  which  I  did,  and  now 
present  you  with  this  token  of  my  very  high  re- 
spect and  esteem. 

I  found  the  work  much  more  arduous  than  I 
had  supposed,  owing  to  the  very  great  want  of 
arrangement  and  classification  in  most  of  the 
works  I  had  to  consult,  and  to  the  miscellaneous 
character  of  many  good  pieces,  rendering  it 
doubtful,  under  what  heading  they  should  be 
placed.  I  hope,  however,  that  I  have  succeeded, 
at  least  in  some  measure,  in  so  classifying  and 
arranging  these  selections,  that  the  brotherhood 
will  be  able,  with  very  little  trouble,  to  find  some- 
thing worthy  of  being  sung  on  the  most  impor- 

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INTRODUCTION, 


tant  and  prominent  subjects  of  the  Christian 
Scriptures. 

There  are  many  excellent  hymns  in  this  vo- 
lume, in  metres  which  are  not  common,  but  they 
are,  in  all  other  respects,  so  deserving  to  be  sung, 
that  I  have  trusted  to  the  skill  of  our  brethren 
who  conduct  this  pleasant  and  profitable  part  of 
the  praises  of  God,  to  select  and  familiarize  cor- 
responding musical  compositions. 

In  regard  to  the  propriety — the  pleasure — the 
utility,  and  the  obligation  of  this  part  of  public 
worship,  it  is  needless  to  say  anything  to  those 
who  are  acepainted  with  the  Sacred  Writings. 
Such  know  the  prominent  place  it  has  occupied 
in  the  devotions  of  the  wisest — the  best — and 
the  most  devout  intelligences. 

When  the  foundations  of  the  earth  were  fast- 
ened, and  the  corner-stone  thereof  was  laid — 
then  the  morning  stars  sang  in  concert — then 
the  elder  sons  of  God  shouted  for  joy. 

When  the  emancipated  tribes  of  Israel  stood. 

'■faced  about,"   on  the  eastern  shore  of  the  Ked 

Sea — then  Moses  and  the  children  of  Israel  sang 

their  triumph — then  the  pious   prophetess,  the 

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INTRODUCTION. 


sister  of  Aaron,  with  all  her  sex,  and  with  tim- 
brels in  hand,  responded  in  joyful  song. 

When  the  City  of  David  was  honored  with  the 
birth  of  the  Prince  of  the  Universe — then  did 
a  multitude  of  the  Army  of  Heaven,  his  body 
guard,  chant  in  strains  seraphic,  -  Glory  to  God 
in  the  highest  heaven,  and  on  earth  peace  and 
good  will  towards  men." 

When  this  Prince  was  about  to  enter  the  Ce- 
lestial Palace,  and,  by  the  abdication  of  the 
Eternal  Father  in  his  favor,  to  take  his  seat  on 
the  Throne — then  did  cherubim  and  seraphim 
sing,  in  "  strains  sublime,"  -  Lift  up  your  heads, 
0  you  gates  ;  and  be  you  lifted  up,  you  everlast- 
ing doors,  and  the  King  of  Glory  will  come 
in." 

.When  seated  on  the  Throne,  encircled  with 
an  emerald  rainbow,  illuminated  by  the  seven 
spirits  of  God,  and  surrounded  by  the  twenty- 
four  Presbyters  attired  in  white  and  crowned 
with  gold,  with  the  opened  Volume  in  his  hand 
—then  did  the  four  Living  Creatures  and  Twen- 
ty-Four Elders  in  dignified  and  keavenly  con- 
cert sing,  '•  Thou  art  worthy  to  take  the  Vo- 
lume, and  to  open  the  seals  thereof;  for  Thou 
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INTRODUCTION. 


wast  slain,  and  hast  redeemed  its  to  God  by  thy 
blood,  out  of  every  kindred  and  tongue,  and 
people,  and  nation  ;  and  hast  made  us  unto  our 
God,  Kings  and  Priests ;  and  we  shall  reign 
with  Thee  on  the  earth." 

With  such  themes,  and  such  examples  before 
us,  who  can  forbear'to  sing? 

S.  E.  S. 


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PSALMS  AND  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


GOD. 


L.  M. 


1   There  is  a  &od— all  nature  speak^? 

Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea.  'and  skies  ; 
bee  from  the  clouds  his  glorj  breaks, 
VVhen  first  the  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright. 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame 
inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 
His  mighty  Maker's  gloriolis  name. 

3  The  flowery  tribes,  all  blooming,  rise 

Above  the  weak  attempts  of  °art  • 
Iheir  bright,  inimitable  dyes  ' 

Speak  sweet  conviction  to  the  heart. 

4  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er' 

Confess  the  footsteps  of  a  God  ;        ' 

Come,  bow  before  liim,  and  a'dore. 

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GOD. 


C.  p.  M 


We  sing  of  God,  tlie  mighty  source 
Of  all  things,  the  stupendous  force 

On  which  all  things  depend  ; 
From  whose  right  arm,  beneath  whose  eyes, 
All  period,  power,  and  enterprise 

Commence,  and  reign,  and  end. 

The  world,  the  clustering  spheres  he  made, 
The  glorious  light,  the  soothing  shade  ; 

Dale,  plain,  and  grove  and  hill ; 
The  multitudinous  abyss. 
Where  nature  joys  in  secret  bliss, 

And  wisdom  hides  her  skill. 

Tell  them,  I  Am.  Jehovah  said 

To  Moses,  while  earth  heard  in  dread, 

And  smitten  to  the  heart, 
At  once  above,  beneath,  around. 
All  nature,  without  voice  or  sound, 

Replied,  0  Lord,  Thou  Art  ! 


3  H.  M. 

1   The  first  almighty  Cause, 
Who  did  all  things  create, 
Gave  nature  all  her  laws, 
Unchangeable  as  fate. 
The  Source  of  life,  the  Spring  of  springs, 
His  praise  all  heaven  and  nature  sings. 
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GOD. 

2  Where'er  we  cast  our  eyes, 

With  rapture  we  behold, 
Below,  or  in  the  skies. 

Wonders  that  can't  be  told  : 
In  nature's  book,  in  every  line, 
His  wisdoyi  and  perfections  shine. 

3  On  him  all  worlds  depend, 

To  him  all  bend  the  knee ; 
But  none  can  comprehend 

The  boundless  Deity. 
He  sees  all  space,  moves  everywhere, 
Sustains  the  whole,  makes  all  his  care. 


4  L.  M. 

1  All-powerful,  self-existent  God, 
Who  all  creation  dost  sustain  ! 
Thou  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come, 
And  everlasting  is  thy  reign  ! 

2  Fixed  and  eternal  as  thy  days. 
Each  glorious  attribute  divine. 
Through  ages  infinite,  shall  still 
With  undiminished  lustre  shine. 

3  Fountain  of  being  !  Source  of  good  ! 
Immutable  thou  dost  remain  ! 

Nor  can  the  shadow  of  a  change 
Obscure  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

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GOD. 


Earth  may  with  all  her  powers  dissolve, 
If  such  the  great  Creator's  will ; 
But  thou  forever  art  the  same ; 
I  Am,  is  thy  memorial  still. 


L.  M. 


1  Ere  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime, 
Or  the  fair  earth  in  order  stood, 

Before  the  birth  of  ancient  time, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  Grod. 

2  A  thousand  ages  in  their  flight 
With  thee  are  as  a  fleeting  day ; 
Past,  present,  future,  to  thy  sight 
At  once  their  various  scenes  display. 

3  But  our  brief  life's  a  shadowy  dream, 
A  passing  thought,  that  soon  is  o'er, 
That  fades  with  morning's  earliest  beam,  , 
And  fills  the  musing  mind  no  more. 

4  To  us,  0  Lord  the  wisdom  give 
So  every  precious  hour  to  spend, 
That  we  at  length  with  thee  may  live. 
Where  life  and  bliss  shall  never  end. 

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GOD. 


L.  M. 


1  We  sing  the  majesty  of  Grod, 

Whose  wisdom  spread  the  heavens  abroad ; 
To  him  creation  owes  its  birth, 
His  mighty  arm  sustains  the  earth. 

2  The  evening  shade,  the  morning  light, 
The  sun  by  day,  and  stars  by  night. 
Unite  their  voices,  to  proclaim 

The  awful  grandeur  of  his  name. 

3  He  sees  our  griefs  with  pitying  eyes. 
His  liberal  hand  our  need  supplies  ; 
From  him  full  streams  of  mercy  flow, 
To  cheer  this  gloomy  vale  below. 

4  Thou  God  of  grace  and  matchless  power, 
With  reverence  we  thy  name  adore ; 

To  thee  our  grateful  songs  we  raise, 
Though  feeble  are  our  notes  of  praise. 


7  L.  M. 

1  Jehovah  reigns !  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might : 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands. 
Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

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GOD. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid,  ?! 
His  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Himself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  ihe  skies  ; 
Yain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  so  high  ! 
At  his  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  shall  his  throne  endure: 
His  promise  stands  forever  sure  ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  his  grace. 


8  L.  M. 

1   The  spacious  firmament  on  high. 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame. 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 
The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day. 
Doth  his  Creator's  power  display  ; 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand, 
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2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  : 

Whilst  all  the  stars  which  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  .ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radient  orbs  be  found  j 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice. 

And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 
Forever  singing  as  they  shine — 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


DOXOLOGY. 

To  Thee,  Supreme,  the  ever-blest, 
Be  praise  in  thankful  notes  addressed; 
Such  as  the  stars  of  morning  sung, 
When  earth  was  on  its  balance  hung ; 
Such  praise  as  from  angelic  choirs, 
And  saints,  whom  zeal  like  theirs  inspires, 
In  heaven  above,  and  earth  below, 
Still  flows,  and  shall  forever  flow. 
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THE  GLORY  OF  GOD. 


9  S.  M. 

1  The  Lord,  the  sovereign  King, 

Hath  fixed  his  throne  on  high  : 
O'er  all  the  heavenly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  You  angels  great  in  might. 

And  swift  to  do  his  will. 
Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  you  hear, 
Whose  pleasure  you  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hosts  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King. 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works 

Through  his  vast  kingdom  show 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  soul, 
Shall  sing  his  praises  too. 


lO  S.  M. 

1      0  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 
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THE    GI.ORY    OF    GOD. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 

And  see  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies  : 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars, 
And  all  their  shining  forms, 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  feeble  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ! 

4  Lord,  what  is  feeble  man. 
That  thou  shouldst  love  him  so  ! 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
And  wondrous  are  thy  ways ; 

Of  dust  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 


11  L.  M. 

1  Eternal  and  immortal  King  ! 

Thy  peerless  splendors  none  can  bear ; 
j     But  darkness  veils  seraphic  eyes, 
*     When  God  with  all  his  glory  's  there. 

2  Yet  faith  can  pierce  the  awful  gloom, 
The  great  Invisible  can  see  ; 

And  with  its  tremblings  mingle  joy, 
In  fixed  regard,  great  God  !  to  thee. 

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THE    GLORY    OF    GOD, 

3  Then  every  tempting  form  of  sin, 
Shamed  in  thy  presence,  disappears ; 
And  all  the  glowing  raptured  soul 
The  likeness  it  contemplates,  wears. 

4  0  ever  conscious  to  my  heart ! 
Witness  to  its  supreme  desire : 
Behold,  it  presseth  on  to  thee, 

For  it  hath  caught  the  heavenly  fire. 

5  This  one  petition  would  it  urge — 
To  bear  thee  ever  in  its  sight ; 

In  life,  in  death,  in  worlds  unknown. 
Its  only  portion  and  delight ! 


12  L.  M. 

1  Great  former  of  this  various  frame  ! 
Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name ; 
And  bow,  and  tremble,  while  we  praise 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Beyond  an  angel's  vision  bright, 
Thou  dwell'st  in  self-existent  light ; 
Which  shines  with  undiminished  ray. 
While  suns  and  worlds  in  smoke  decay. 

3  Our  days  a  transient  period  run. 
And  change  with  every  circling  sun ; 
And,  in  the  firmest  state  we  boast, 
A  moth  can  crush  us  into  dust. 

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THE    GLORY    OF    GOD. 

4  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around ; 
Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground  ; 
Let  the  last  general  flame  arise, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies ; 

5  Calm  as  the  summer's  ocean,  we 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see, 
While  grace  secures  us  an  abode, 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 

13  C.  P.  M. 

1  Begin,  my  soul,  the  lofty  lay ; 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 

And  praise  thy  Maker's  name  ; 
Lo  i  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise. 

To  swell  the  glad'ning  theme. 

2  Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 
•  Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker,  God ; 

Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power ; 
Lo  !  on  the  lightning's  rapid  wings, 
In  triumph  rides  the  King  of  kings ; 

Astonished  worlds  adore. 

3  Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows,  rise, 
To  join  the  thunder  of  the  skies ; 

Praise  him  who  bids  you  roll : 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare. 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul.       • 
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THE    GLORY    OF    GOD. 

4  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  reasoning  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  : 
Spread  the  Creator's  name  around, 
Till  heaven's  wide  arch  repeat  the  sound, 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 


14  .    C.  M. 

1  Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power  ; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ ; 
They  show  the  labor  of  thy  hands, 
The  impress  of  thy  feet. 

4  But  when  we  view  thy  grand  design 

To  save  rebellious  man, 
Where  wisdom,  power  and  goodne^'S  shine 
In  mercy's  wondrous  plan, — 


THE    GLORY    OF    GOD. 

5  Our  thouglits  are  lost  in  reverend  awe ; 

We  love,  and  we  adore  ; 

The  lioly  angels  never  saw 

So  much  of  God  before. 

6  0  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song  ; 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 


15  10s.  &  Us. 

1  0  worship  the  King,  all  glorious  above, 
And  gratefully  sing  his  wonderful  love, 
Our  Shield  and  defender,  the  Ancient  of  Days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  0  tell  of  his  might,  and  sing  of  his  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy,  space ; 
His  chariots  of  wrath  the  deep-thunder  clouds 

form 
And   dark  is   his   path  on  the  wings  of  the 
storm. 


Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 
It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the 

plain, 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

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THE    GLORY    OF    GOD. 

4  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to  fail; 
Thy  mercies  how  tender  !  how  firm  to  the  end, 
Our  Maker.  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend. 

5  Father  Almighty,  how  faithful  thy  love  ! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  thee  above. 
The   humbler  creation,  though  feeble   their 

lays. 
With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  thy  praise. 


DOXOLOGY. 

By  knowledge  supreme,  by  wisdom  divine, 
God  governs  this  earth  with  gracious  design  ; 
O'er   beast,  bird,  and   insect,  his  providence 

reigns, 
Whose  will  first  created,  whose  love  still  sus- 
tains. 
You  saints,  praise  the  Lord,  speak  good  of 

his  name  ! 
His  mercies  record,  his  bounties  proclaim : 
To  God,  their  creator,  let  all  creatures  raise 
The    song   of   thanksgiving,    the    chorus   of 
praise ! 
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THE  LOVE  OP  G01>. 


16  C.  M. 

1  Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess, 

Thy  goodness  we  adore — 
A  spring  whose  blessings  never  fail, 
A  sea  without  a  shore. 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  thy  love  attest 

In  every  golden  ray  ; 
Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
And  love  returns  the  day. 

3  Thy  bounty  every  season  crowns 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields  ; 
■  With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vine, 
With  strengthening  grain  the  £elds. 

4  But  chiefly  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

Are  in  the  gospel  seen  ; 
There,  like  the  sun,  thy  mercy  shines, 
Without  a  cloud  between. 

5  Pardon,  acceptance,  peace  and  joy, 

Through  Jesus'  name  are  given, 
He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high. 
That  we  might  reign  in  heaven. 

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THE    LOVE    OF    GOD. 


17  CM.       ' 

1  Faithful,  0  Lord,  thy  mercies  are, 

A  rock  that  cannot  move ; 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still ; 

Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear, 
That,  saved,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plentious  is  the  store ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  forevermore. 

4  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns ; 

It  stands  forever  sure  ; 
And  while  thy  truth,  0  God,  remains, 
Thy  goodness  shall  endure. 


18  CM. 

1   Come,  ye  that  know  and  love  the  Lord, 
And  raise  your  thoughts  above ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord 
To  sing  that  God  is  Love. 
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THE    LOVE    OF    GOD. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  de  clares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 

Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts,  appears 

To  show  that  God  is  Love. 

3  Behold  his  patience  bearing  long 

With  those  who  from  him  rove, 
Till  mighty  grace  their  hearts  subduo, 
To  teach  them  God  is  Love. 

4  0  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  blessing  well  improve, 
Till  nobler  praise,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Proclaim  that  God  is  Love. 


19  C.  M. 

1  Eternal  Power,  Almighty  God, 

Who  can  approach  thy  throne  1 
Accessless  light  is  thine  abode, 
To  angel  eyes  unknown. 

2  Before  the  radience  of  thine  eye, 

The  heavens  no  longer  shine  ; 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky 
Are  but  the  shade  of  thine. 

3  Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 

To  cast  a  look  below  ? 
To  this  dark  world  thy  notice  bend,— 
These  seats  of  sin  and  woe  ? 

23 


THE    LOVE    OF    GOD. 

How  strange,  how  wondrous  is  thy  love  I 

With  trembling  we  adore  : 
Not  all  the  exalted  minds  above 

Its  wonders  can  explore. 

While  golden  harps  and  angel  tongues 

Resound  immortal  lays, 
Great  God,  permit  our  humble  songs 

To  rise  and  sound  thy  praise. 


20  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  thy  great  lledeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free  ! 

2  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth  and  sin,  my  wa}^  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along ; 

His  loving  kindness,  0  how  strong ! 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy,  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud. 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; 

His  loving  kindness,  0  how  good  ! 

i  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  may  my  last,  expiring  breatli 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 
•^4 


THE    LOVE    OF    GOD. 


21  H.  M. 

1  0  for  a  song  of  joy, 

Loud  as  the  theme  we  sing  I 
To  this  divine  employ 

Your  hearts  and  voices  bring ; 
Sound,  sound,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  love,  th'  eternal  love,  of  Grod. 

2  Unnumbered  myriads  stand, 

Of  seraphs  bright  and  fair, 
Or  bow  at  his  right  hand, 
And  pay  their  homage  there ; 
But  strive  in  vain,  with  loudest  chord. 
To  sound  the  wondrous  love  of  Grod. 

3  Yet  sinners  saved  by  grace, 

In  songs  of  lower  key, 
In  every  age  and  place. 

Have  sung  the  mystery  ; 
Have  told,  in  strains  of  sweet  accord, 
The  love,  the  sovereign  love,  of  Grod. 

4  Though  earth  and  hell  assail. 

And  doubts  and  fears  arise, 
The  weakest  shall  prevail. 

And  grasp  the  heavenly  prize, 
And  through  an  endless  age  record 
The  love,  th'  unchanging  love,  of  God. 
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THE    LOVE    OF   GOD. 

5  0  for  a  song  of  joy, 

Loud  as  the  theme  we  sing ! 
To  this  divine  employ 

Your  hearts  and  voices  bring  ; 
Sound,  sound,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  love,  th'  eternal  love,  of  Grod. 


22  L.  M. 

Thou  art.  Almighty  Lord  of  all, 
From  everlasting  still  the  same ; 

Before  thee  dazzling  seraphs  fall, 
And  veil  their  faces  in  a  flame. 

To  see  such  bright  perfections  glow, 

Such  floods  of  glory  from  thee  flow. 

What  mortal  hand  shall  dare  to  paint 
A  semblance  of  thy  glory,  Lord  ? 

The  brightest  rainbow  tints  are  faint, 
The  brightest  stars  of  heaven  afford 

A  dim  efl"usion  of  those  rays 

Of  light,  that  round  Jehovah  blaze. 

The  sun  himself  is  but  a  gleam, 

A  transient  meteor  ffom  thy  throne ; 

And  every  frail  and  fickle  beam. 
That  ever  in  creation  shone. 

Is  nothing,  Lord,  compared  to  thee, 

In  thy  own  vast  immensity. 
2H 


THE    LOVE    OF    GOD. 

4  But  though  thy  brightness  may  create 
All  worship  from  the  hosts  above, 
What  most  thy  name  must  elevate 
Is,  that  thou  art  a  God  of  love, 
And  mercy  is  the  central  sun 
Of  all  thy  glories  joined  in  one. 


23  L.  M. 

1  God  of  the  world  !  thy  glories  shine, 
Through  earth  and  heaven,  with  rays  divine; 
Thy  smile  gives  beauty  to  the  flower, 
Thine  anger  to  the  tempest  power. 

2  God  of  our  lives  !  the  throbbing  heart 
Doth  at  thy  beck  its  action  start, — 
Throbs  on,  obedient  to  thy  will, 

Or  ceases,  at  thy  fatal  chill. 

3  God  of  eternal  life  !  thy  love 
Doth  every  stain  of  sin  remove ; 

The  cross,  the  cross — its  hallowed  light 
Shall  drive  from  earth  her  cheerless  night. 

4  God  of  all  goodness  !  to  the  skies 
Our  hearts  in  grateful  anthems  rise  ; 
And  to  thy  service  shall  be  given 
The  rest  of  life — the  whole  of  heaven. 

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THE    LOVE    OF    GOD. 


34  C.  P.  M. 

1  My  God,  thy  boundless  love  I  praise ; 
How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze  ! 

How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  forever  run, 

And  all  the  earth  o'erflow. 

2  'Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows. 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

3  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground. 
And  pours  its  flowery  beauties  round, 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 

And  smile  on  every  vale. 

4  But  in  thy  word  I  see  it  shine 
With  grace  and  glories  more  divine, 

Proclaiming  sins  forgiven  ; 
There  Faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the  way 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 

And  opens  all  her  heaven. 
2d 


THE   LOVE    OF    GOD. 


25  S.  M. 

1  Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune. 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  'Twas  love  that  filled  the  throne, 

And  grace  that  ruled  on  high, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

4  Now,  sinners  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrows  cease ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

5  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 
3*  29 


the:  power  op  god. 


26  C.  M. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice ; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep. 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand ; 
He  fixed  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep. 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

4  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore ; 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
0  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 


27  L.  M. 

1   How  great  is  our  Creator,  God, 
In  wisdom,  majesty  and  might, 
When  he  displays  his  power  abroad, 
And  brings  his  wonders  forth  to  light. 
30 


THE    POWER,    OF    GOD. 

2  Behold,  what  cloudy  columns  rise, 

Terrific  as  the  shades  of  night ! 
What  peals  of  thunder  rend  the  skies ; 
The  lightning,  how  sublimely  bright ! 

3  How  dreadful  is  the  threatening  hail ! 

Approaching  tempests,  0  how  grand  ! 
What  terror  doth  the  mind  assail, 

When  deep  convulsions  shake  the  land  ! 

4  The  seas  with  hollow  murmurs  groan, 

The  bowels  of  the  mountains  flame ;  • 
The  elements,  affrighted,  own 

The  awful  greatness  of  thy  name. 

5  Almighty  God,  thy  chariot  wheels 

In  solemn  pomp  and  grandeur  roll ; 
Thy  power  trembling  nature  feels. 
And  humble  reverence  fills  the  soul 


28  C.  M. 

1  The  Lord,  how  fearful  is  his  name  ! 

How  wide  is  his  command ! 
Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
Rests  on  his  mighty  hand  ! 

2  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne. 

And  light  his  awful  robe : 
Whilst  with  a  smile,  or  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 

31 


THE    MEP.CY    OF    GOD. 

3  A  word  of  his  almighty  Jjreath 

Can  swell  or  sink  the  seas  ; 
Build  the  vast  empires  of  the  earth. 
Or  break  them,  as  he  please  ! 

4  Adoring  angels  round  him  fall, 

In  all  their  shining  forms  ; 
His  sovereign  eye  looks  through  them  all, 
And  pities  mortal  worms. 


THE  MERCY  OF  GOD. 


29  L.  M. 

Grive  to  our  Grod  immortal  praise ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  Grod  belong, 
Kepeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 
32 


THE    MERCY    OF    GOD. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high: 
Wonders  of  grace  to  Grod  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night: 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure. 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 


30  L.  M. 

1  Sweet  were  the  sounds  that  reached  our  eara. 

When  mercy  rais'd  her  heavenly  voice ; 
'Twas  mercy  that  dispell'd  our  fears, 
And  bade  our  souls  in  hope  rejoice. 

2  All  other  sounds  discordant  seem, 

Compar'd  with  mercy's  heav'nly  song  ; 
So  sweet  and  joyful  is  the  theme. 
It  bears  our  willing  souls  along. 

3  0  may  we  never  cease  to  hear 

The  voice  that  gives  our  conscience  rest, 
That  dissipates  our  guilty  fear, 
And  tells  us  we  are  truly  blest ! 

4  May  mercy  still  remove  our  fear, 

And  bind  our  souls  with  cords  of  love  ! 
Mercy  that  soothes  our  sorrows  here. 
And  gives  us  hope  of  joys  above. 

33 


THE    MERCY   OF    GOD. 

31  L.  M. 

1  0  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Has  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

2  AVho  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless  ! 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ! 

3  Happy  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  from  thy  judgments  never  stray 
Who  know  what's  right ;  nor  only  so, 
But  always  practice  what  they  know. 


32  C.  M. 

1  How  free  and  boundless  is  the  grace 

Of  our  redeeming  Lord  ! 
Extending  to  the  Greek  and  Jew, 
And  men  of  ev'ry  blood. 

2  The  mightiest  king,  the  meanest  slave, 

May  his  rich  mercy  taste ; 
He  bids  the  beggar  and  the  prince 
Come  to  the  gospel  feast. 
34 


THE    MERCY    OF    GOD. 

3  None  are  excluded  thence,  but  those 

Who  do  themselves  exclude ; 
Welcome  the  learned  and  polite, 
The  ignorant  and  rude. 

4  Come,  then,  you  men  of  ev'ry  name, 

Of  ev'ry  tribe  and  tongue  ; 
What  you  are  willing  to  receive 
May  unto  you  belong. 


33  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  awake,  my  tongue  ; 
My  God  demands  the  grateful  song  ; 
Let  all  my  inmost  powers  record 
The  wondrous  mercy  of  the  Lord. 

2  Divinely  free  his  mercy  flows, 
Forgives  my  sins,  allays  my  woes, 
•And  bids  approaching  death  remove, 
And  crowns  me  with  indulgent  love. 

3  His  mercy,  with  unchanging  rays, 
Forever  shines,  while  time  decays ; 
And  children's  children  shall  record 
The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord. 

4  While  all  his  works  his  praise  proclaim, 
And  men  and  angels  bless  his  name, 

0,  let  my  heart,  my  life,  my  tongue, 
Attend,  and  join  the  blissful  song. 

35 


Alili  NATURE  ATTESTS  THE  GOODNESS  OF 
GOO. 


34  C.  M. 

1  Hail,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good  ! 

To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  : 
Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes. 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view ; 
And,  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult, 
With  transports  ever  new. 

3  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night, 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  vale. 

With  countless  beauties  shine  ; 
The  silent  grove,  the  awful  shade, 
Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

5  Great  nature's  God.  still  may  these  scenee 

Our  serious  hours  engage  ; 
Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
Thy  works'  instructive  page. 

3G 


ALL  NATURE  ATTESTS  THE  GOODXESS  OF  GOD. 


35  L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  at  whose  all-powerful  call 

At  first  arose  this  beauteous  frame, 
By  thee  the  seasons  change,  and  all 
The  changing  seasons  speak  thy  name. 

2  Thy  bounty  bids  the  infant  year, 

From  winter  storms  recovered,  rise; 
When  thousand  grateful  scenes  appear, 
Fresh-opening  to  our  wondering  eyes. 

3  Aloft,  full-beaming,  reigns  the  sun, 

And  light  and  genial  heat  conveys, 
And,  while  he  leads  the  seasons  on. 
From  thee  derives  his  qaick'ning  rays. 

4  Around  us,  in  the  teeming  field, 

•Stands  the  rich  grain,  or  purpled  vine  ^ 
At  thy  command  they  rise,  to  yield 

The  strength'ning  bread,  or  cheering  wine. 

5  Indulgent  God,  from  every  part 

Thy  plentious  blessings  largely  flow ; 
We  see,  we  taste :  let  every  heart 
With  grat'eful  love  and  duty  glow. 
4  37 


ALL  NATURE  ATTESTS  THE  GOODNESS  OF  GOD. 


36  L.  M. 

1  The  rising  morn,  the  closing  day, 

Repeat  thy  praise  with  grateful  voice  ; 
Both  in  their  turns  thy  power  display, 
And,  laden  with  thy  gifts,  rejoice. 

2  Earth's  wide-extended,  varying  scenes, 

All  smiling  round,  thy  bounty  show ; 
From  seas  or  clouds,  full  magazines, 
Thy  rich,  diffusive  blessings  flow. 

3  Now  earth  receives  the  precious  seed, 

Which  thy  indulgent  hand  prepares, 
And  nourishes  the  future  bread, 
And  answers  all  the  sower's  cares. 

4  Here  spreading  flocks  adorn  the  plain  ; 

There,  plenty  every  charm  displays  ; 
Thy  bounty  clothes  each  lovely  scene, 
And  joyful  nature  speaks  thy  praise. 


37  P.  M. 

High  o'er  the  heaven  of  heavens  I  saw,  and 

trembled, 
0  God  of  gods,  thy  robes  of  sacred  splendour! 
Thunders  cherubic  shouting,  Holy  !  holy  ! 

Lord  God  Almighty  ! 
38 


ALL  NATURE  ATTESTS  THE  GOODNESS  OF  GOD. 

2  Drop  down,  you  heavens,  and  pour  a  flood  of 

glory; 

You  shades  of  death,   the   dawn  of  life  ap- 
proaches ; 

Mortals  shall  learn  the  music  of  thy  thun- 
ders, 

Infinite  Goodness ! 

3  Rise  from  the  dust!  arrayed  in  godlike  beauty, 
0  mortal  man  !  immortal  joys  await  thee  : 
See  thy  lost  race,  burst  from  their  chains  of 

darkness, 

Crowned  with  salvation. 

4  Nations  unborn  shall  throng  thy  flaming  por- 

tals ; 

Heaven's  bright  immortals  shout  o'er  night 
expiring, 

And  hail  the  morn  that  lifts  her  smiling  eye- 
lids, 

No  more  to  slumber. 

0  Shout,  you  loud    winds,    the   universal   tri- 
umph ; 
Sing  to  the  world,  your  Lord,  your  Lord  de- 

scendeth,  ^ 
Lifts  his  high  hand,  and  swears,  I  live  for 
ever; 

Live,  my  Redeemer ! 
39 


ALL  NATURE  ATTESTS  THE  GOODNESS  OF  GOD, 

38  C.  M. 

1  Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 

To  my  almighty  God : 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  si^ht ! 
And  men  in  every  age  has  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  most  exact,  is  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wise  its  Maker's  mind  ! 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme, 
Which  his  first  thoughts  designed. 

4  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies, 

Thy  heavenly  skill  proclaim : 

What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ! 

5  To  fear  thy  power,  to  trust  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill ; 
And  he's  the  wisest  of  our  race, 
Who  best  obeys  thy  will. 

39  S.  M. 

I  Almighty  maker,  God, 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  glories  how  dift'used  abroad 
Through  all  creation's  frame  ! 
40 


ALL    NATURE    ATTESTS    THE    GOODNESS    OF    GOD. 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 

Her  humble  homage  pays ; 
In  thousand  forms  her  ways  express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

To  her  Creator  too : 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  homage  due. 

4  In  joy,  0  let  me  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days; 
And  oft  to  God  my  soul  ascend 
In  grateful  songs  of  praise  1 

40  C.  M. 

1  I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise  ; 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  suJn  to  rule  the  day: 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food : 
He  formed  the  creatures  by  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 
4*  41 


ALL  NATURE  ATTESTS  THE  GOODNESS  OF  GOD. 

[  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 
But  makes  thy  glories  known  : 
The  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow. 
By  ordet  from  thy  throne. 


41  L.  M. 

1  Thy  glory,  Lord,  the  heavens  declare  ; 

The  firmament  displays  thy  skill ; 
The.  changing  clouds,  the  viewless  air, 

Tempest  and  calm,  thy  word  fulfil: 
Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech, 
And  night  to  night  thy  knowledge  teach. 

2  Though  voice  nor  sound  inform  the  ear, 

Well  known  the  language  of  their  song, 
When,  one  by  one.  the  stars  appear, 

Led  by  the  silent  moon  along; 
Till  round  the  earth,  from  all  the  sky, 
Thy  beauty  beams  on  every  eye. 

3  Walked  from  thy  touch,  the  morning  sun 

Comes  like  a  bridegroom  from  his  bower, 
And.  like  a  giant,  glad  to  run 

His  bright  career  with  speed  and  power  ; 
Thy  flaming  messenger,  to  dart 
Life  through  the  depths  of  nature's  heart. 
42 


ALL  NATURE  ATTESTS  THE  GOODNESS  OF  GOD. 

4  While  these  transporting  visions  shine 
Along  the  path  of  Providence, 
Glory  eternal,  joy  divine, 

Thy  word  reveals,  transcending  sense : 
My  soul  thy  goodness  joys  to  see, 
Thy  love  to  man,  thy  love  to  me. 


42  L.  P.  M 

1  Great  God,  the  heaven's  well  ordered  frame 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name ; 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  shine ; 
A  thousand  starry  beauties  there, 
A  thousand  radiant  marks,  appear 

Of  boundless  power  and  skill  divine. 

2  Froni  night  to  day.  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 

Lectures  of  heavenly  wisdom  read ; 
With  silent  eloquence,  they  raise    *■ 
Our  thoughts  to  the  Creator's  praise, 

And  neither  sound  nor  lanojuaare  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run 
Wide  as  the  circuit  of  the  sun, 

And  every  nation  knows  their  voice  ; 
The  sun.  in  robes  of  splendour  dressed. 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

Moves  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

43 


ALL  NATURE  ATTESTS  THE  GOODNESS  OF  GOD. 

4  Where'er  he  spreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  speaks  the  majesty  of  God: 

All  nature  joins  to  show  his  praise: 
Thus  God  in  all  creation  shines. 
Bright  in  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  brighter  in  the  book  of  grace. 

43  L.  M. 

1  You  sons  of  men,  with  joy,  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord; 
And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound 
Through  all  your  tribes,  the  earth  around. 

2  Lo,  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light. 
Where  sun.  and  moon  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Sing,  earth,  in  verdant  robes  arrayed, 

Its  herbs  and  flowers,  its  fruits  and  shade ; 

Peopled  with  life  of  various  forms, 

Of  fish  and  fowl,  and  beasts  and  worms. 

4  View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains. 
And  think  how  wide  its  Maker  reigns; 
That  band  remotest  nations  joins, 
And  on  each  wave  his  goodness  shines. 

5  But,  0,  that  brighter  world  above. 
Where  lives  and  reigns  a  Saviour's  love ! 
God's  only  Son  in  flesh  arrayed, 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 
44 


ALL  NATURE  ATTESTS  THE  GOODNESS  OF  GOD. 

I  Thither,  mj  soul,  with  rapture,  soar ; 
There,  in  the  hiud  of  praise,  adore : 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 


44  6s.  &  8s. 

Above — below — where'er  I  gaze, 
Thy  guiding  finger,  Lord,  I  view, 

Trac'd  in  the  midnight  planet's  blaze 
Or  glist'ning  in  the  morning  dew; 

What'er  is  beautiful  or  fair 

Is  but  thine  own  reflection  there. 


I  hear  thee  in  the  stormy  wind. 

That  turns  the  ocean-wave  to  foam  ; 

Nor  less  thy  wondrous  povv^'r  I  find, 
When  summer  airs  around  me  roam ; 

The  tempest  and  the  calm  declare 

Thyself — for  thou  art  ev'rywhere. 

I  find  thee  in  the  noon  of  night, 
And  read  thy  name  in  ev'ry  star 

That  drinks  its  splendor  from  the  light " 
That  flows  from  mercy's  beaming  car  j 

Thy  footstool,  Lord  each  starry  gem 

Composes — not  thy  diadem. 

45, 


THE    PRAISES   OF    GOD. 

When  the  radiant  orb  of  light 

Hath  bath'd  the  mountain  tops  with  gold  ; 
Smote  with  the  blaze,  m.y  weary  sight 

Shrinks  with  the  wonders  I  behold  ; 
That  ray  of  glory  bright  and  fair 
Is  but  thy  living  shadow  there. 

Thine  is  the  silent  noon  of  night — 
The  twilight  eve — the  dewy  morn; 

What'er  is  beautiful  and  bright 

Thy  hands  have  fashion'd  to  adorn : 

Thy  glory  walks  in  ev'ry  sphere. 

And  all  things  whisper — ••  Grod  is  here." 


THS  PRAISES  OF  GOD. 


45  L.  M. 

1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
You  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

46 


THE    PRAISES   OF    GOD. 

3  We  are  his  people — we  his  care — 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ! 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ! 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
Wheil  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move ! 


46  L.  M. 

1  Celestial  worlds,  your  Maker's  name 

Resound  through  every  shining  coast ; 
O.ur  God  the  noblest  praise  will  claim. 
Where  he  unfolds  his  glories  most. 

2  Stupendous  globe  of  flaming  day, 

Praise  him  in  thy  sublime  career ; 
He  struck  from  night  thy  peerless  ray, 
Marked  out  thy  path,  and  guides  thee  there. 

3  You  starry  lamps,  to  whom  'tis  given 

Night's  sable  horrors  to  illume, 
Praise  him  who  hung  you  high  in  heaven, 
With  vivid  fires  to  gild  the  gloom. 

47 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 

4  Lightnings,  that  round  Jehovah  play, 

Thunders   that  from  his  arm  are  hurled. 
The  grandeur  of  your  God  convey, 
Blazing,  or  bursting  on  the  world. 

5  At  once  let  nature's  ample  round 

To  God  the  vast  thanksgiving  raise ; 
His  high  perfection  knows  no  bound, 
But  fills  immensity  of  space. 


47  S.  M. 

1  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 

Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne. 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 

"\Ye  are  his  work   and  not  our  own. 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 
48 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 


48  7  &  6  M; 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

And  keeps  his  court  below ; 
Praise  the  holy  Grod  of  love, 

And  all  his  greatness  show ; 
Praise  him  for  his  noble  deeds  ; 

Praise  him  for  his  matchless  power ; 
Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 

Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

Publish,  spread  to  all  around 
The  great  Jehovah's  name  ; 

Let  the  trumpet's  martial  sound 
The  Lord  of  hosts  proclaim  ; 

Praise  him,  every  tuneful  string ; 
All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art, 

All  the  powers  of  music,  bring, 
•  The  music  of  the  heart. 

Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live 

Let  every  creature  sing. 
Glory  to  their  Maker  give, 

And  homage  to  their  King : 
Hallowed  be  his  name  beneath ; 

As  in  heaven  on  earth  adored ; 
Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath : 

Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 

5  49 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 


49  C.  M. 

1  To  thee,  my  righteous  King  and  Lord, 

My  grateful  mind  I'll  raise  ; 
From  day  to  day  thy  works  record, 
And  ever  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thy  greatness  human  thought  exceeds  ; 

Thy  glory  knows  no  end  ; 
The  lasting  record  of  thy  deeds 
Through  ages  shall  descend. 

3  Thy  wondrous  acts,  thy  power  and  might 

My  constant  theme  shall  be  ; 
That  song  shall  be  my  soul's  delight, 
Which  breathes  in  praise  to  thee. 

4  The  Lord  is  bountiful  and  kind, 

His  anger  slow  to  move  ; 
His  tender  mercies  all  shall  find, 
And  all  his  goodness  prove. 

5  From  all  thy  works,  0  Lord,  shall  spring 

The  sound  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Thy  saints  shall  of  thy  glory  sing, 
And  show  the  world  thy  ways. 
50 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 

50       ^  L.  M. 

1  Now  to  the  Lord;  wlio  built  the  skies, 
Let  grateful  songs  of  praise  arise  ; 
By  all  that  dwell  beneath  the  sun, 
Now  be  his  grace  in  concept  sung. 

2  Far  as  the  rolling  planets  move 
He  spreads  his  mercy  and  his  love  ; 
Through  every  land,  and  every  clime, 
The  wonders  of  his  goodness  shine. 


3  So  let  his  praises  be  expressed. 

From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west, 

And  every  living  thing  adore 

His  name  while  sun  and  moon  endure. 


51  C.  M. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  you  distant  lands, 

You  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 
His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say,  to  the  nations.  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains. 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

51 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD, 

Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen; 

Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  skies, 
His  glorious  train  display  ; 

You  mountains  sink,  you  valleys  rise. 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 


52  L.  M. 

Now  to  our  God  let  praises  rise 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies ; 
Throughout  the  earth  his  love  proclaimj 
With  joys  eternal  "in  his  name. 

We  are  the  people  of  his  care, 
His  sheep,  who  feed  in  pastures  fair ; 
The  objects  of  his  tender  love, 
Supplied  with  blessings  from  above. 

Then  to  his  earthly  temple  come, 
And  raise  the  anthem  and  the  song ; 
Let  gratitude  the  lay  inspire, 
The  bosom  glow  with  sacred  fire  : — 

For  God  ill  endless  goodness  reigns. 
And  mercy,  truth  and  love  maintains ; 
Nor  time,  nor  years,  nor  measured  space, 
Confines  the  blessings  of  his  grace. 
53 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 


53  L.  M. 

1  With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth 

To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
Glad  homage  pay  with  joy  and  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise. 

2  Rejoice,  for  he  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed- 
We.  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own. 
The  flock  which  on  his  bounty  feed. 

3  0,  enter,  then,  his  temple  gate, 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press ; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat. 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless 

4  For  he's  the  Lord,  supremely  good ; 

His  mercy  is  forever  sure  ; 
'  His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 


54  C.  M. 

1   0  all  you  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 
Each  with  a  different  tongue  ; 
In  every  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

fi*  53 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD, 


His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land, 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 

For  ever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand ; 
Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 


55  S.  M. 

1  Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands 
Great  is  thy  grace  and  sure  thy  word ; 
Thy  truth  forever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 


56  L.  M. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord  :  my  heart  shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine  ; 

Now  while  the  flesh  is  my  abode, 
And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God: — 

2  Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  powers, 
While  immortality  endures ; 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 
54 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 

\ 

3  Why  should  T  make  a  man  my  trust? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp,  and  power, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  Grod :   he  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 

He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor 
He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

6  The  Lord  to  sight  restores  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

7  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell; 
Thy  God.  0  Zion.  ever  reigns; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

57  LP.  M. 

1  I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

55 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 

Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust  1 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 

Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God :   He  made  the  sky, 

And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train : 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure : 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace, 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress. 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  0  Zion,  ever  reigns: 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 
56 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 

I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 


58  H.  M. 

1  Let  every  creature  join 

To  bless  Jehovah's  name, 
And  every  power  unite 

To  swell  th'  exalted  theme  ; 
Let  nature  raise,  from  every  tongue, 
A  general  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  But,  0.  from  human  tongues 

Should  nobler  praises  tiow, 
And  every  thankful  heart 

With  warm  devotion  glow  ; 
Your  voices  raise,  you  highly  blest ; 
xVbove  the  rest  declare  his  praise. 

3  Assist  me,  gracious  God  ; 

My  heart,  my  voice  inspire ; 
Then  shall  1  humbly  join 

The  universal  choir  ; 
Thy  love  can  raise  my  heart  and  tongue, 
And  tune  my  song  to  lively  praise. 

57 


THE    PP>,AISES    OF    GOD. 


59  C.  M. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord  in  joyful  strains  ; 

Let  earth  his  praise  resound  ; 
Let  all  the  cheerful  nations  join 
To  spread  his  glory  round. 

2  Thou  city  of  the  Lord,  begin 

The  universal  song; 
And  let  the  scattered  villages 
The  cheerful  notes  prolong  ; — 

3  Till,  'midst  the  strains  of  distant  lands, 

The  islands  sound  his  praise ; 
And  all,  combined,  with  one  accord, 
Jehovah's  glories  raise. 

60  C.  M. 

1  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired  ; 
Loud,  and  more  loud,  the  anthems  raise, 
With  grateful  ardor  fired. 

2  Lift  up  to  Grod  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  goodness,  passing  thought. 
Loads  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 
With  benefits  unsought. 
5d 


THE    PRAISES    OP    GOD. 

3  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

From  whom  salvation /flows, 
Who  sent  his  Son  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

For  hope's  transporting  ray. 
Which  lights,  through  darkestshades  of  death. 
To  realyis  of  endless  day. 


61  C.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise ; 

Awake,  my  harp,  to  sing ; 
Join,  all  my  powers,  the  song  to  raise, 
And  morning  incense  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care. 

And  through  the  nations  round, 
Glad  songs  of  praise  will  I  prepare, 
'  And  there  his  name  resound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 

Above  the  starry  frame  ; 
Diffuse  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  name. 

4  So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above, 
While  sinners  hear  thy  pardoning  voice^ 
And  taste  redeeming;  love. 

59 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 

62  6s.  &  4s. 

1  Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name  ; 
Praise  through  his  courts  proclaim ; 

Rise  and  adore; 
High  o'er  the  heavens  above, 
Sound  his  great  acts  of  love, 
While  his  rich  grace  we  prove, 

Vast  as  his  power. 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Triumphant  sounds  of  praise, 

Wide  as  his  fame  ; 
There  let  the  harp  be  found  ; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound. 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around. 

Filled  with  his  name. 

3  While  his  high  praise  you  sing, 
Shake  every  sounding  string : 

Sweet  the  accord  ! 
He  vital  breath  bestows  ; 
Let  every  breath  that  flows 
His  noblest  fame  disclose  : 

Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

63  L.  M. 

1    0  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place 

From  whence  his  goodness  largely  flows 
Praise  him  in  heaven,  where  he  his  face 
Unveiled  in  perfect  glory  shows. 
60 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 


2  Praise  him  for  all  the  mighty  acts 

AYhic'i  he  in  our  behalf  hath  done ; 
His  kindness  this  return  exacts, 

With  which  our  praise  should  equal  run, 

3  Let  all,  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 

The  breath  he  doth  to  them  afford 
In  just  returns  of  praise  employ  ; 
Let  every  creature  praise  the  Lord. 


64  8s.  &  7s. 

1  Praise  the  Lord ;  you  heavens,  adore  him 

Praise  him,  angels,  in  the  height; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoics  before  him  ; 
Praise  him,  all  you  stars  of  light, 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws  which  never  can  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  he  hath  made, 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  glorious ; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious ; 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  Grod  of  our  salvation; 

Hosts  on  high,  his  power  proclaim; 
Heaven  and  earth  and  all  creation, 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name. 

6  61 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 


65  7s. 

1  Praise  the  Lord  ;  his  glory  bless ; 
Praise  him  in  his  holiness ; 
Praise  him  as  the  theme  inspires ; 
Praise  him  as  his  fame  requires. 

2  Let  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around ; 
Let  the  harp  unite,  in  praise, 
With  the  sacred  minstrel's  lays. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 

God,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness; 
Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  All  who  dwell  beneath  his  light. 
In  his  praise  your  hearts  unite ; 
While  the  stream  of  song  is  poured 
Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 


66  L  M 

1   Be  thou,  0  God,  exalted  high  ; 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 
62 


THE    PRAISES    OF    GOD. 

2  0  Grod,  my  heart  is  fixed  ;  'tis  bent 
Its  thankful  tribute  to  present; 

And,  with  my  heart,  my  voice  I'll  raise 
To  thee,  my  God,  in  songs  of  praise. 

3  Thy  praises.  Lord,  I  will  resound 
To  all  the  listening  nations  round ; 
Thy  mercy  highest  heaven  trau^cends ; 
Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

4  Be  thou.  0  God,  exalted  high  ; 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sk}', 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 


67  L.  M. 

1  There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale, 
A  tongue  in  every  opening  flower, 
"Which  tells,  0  Lord,  the  wondrous  tale 

Of  thy  indulgence,  love,  and  power ; 
The  birds,  that  rise  on  quivering  wing, 

Appear  to  hymn  their  Maker's  praise, 
And  all  the  mingling  sounds  of  spring 
To  thee  a  general  anthem  raise. 

63 


THE    PROMISE    OF    A    MESSIAH. 

2  And  shall  my  voice,  great  God.  alone 

Be  mute  'midst  Nature's  loud  acclaim, 
Nor  let  my  heart,  with  answering  tone. 

Breathe  forth  in  praise  thy  holy  name? 
All  Nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine, 

For  Nature  soon  shall  cease  to  be  ; 
But — matchless  proof  of  love  divine — 

Thou  giv'st  immortal  life  to  me. 


THE  PROMISE  OF  A  IHESSIAH. 


68  L.  M. 

1  Behold  the  Abrahamic  seed  ! 
Behold  the  great  Messiah  come  ! 
Behold  the  prophets  all.  agreed 
To  give  him  the  superior  room  ! 

2  Abra'm  the  saint  rejoic'd  of  old, 
When  visions  of  the  Lord  he  saw 
Moses  the  man  of  God  foretold 
This  great  fulfiller  of  his  law. 

64 


THE    PROMISE    OF    A   MESSIAH. 

3  The  types  bore  witness  to  his  name, 
Obtain'd  their  chief  design,  and  ceas'd  ; 
The  incense  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  priest. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet 

To  join  their  blessings  on  his  head  ; 
Jesus,  we  worship  at  thy  feet, 
And  nations  own  the  promis'd  seed. 

69  lis.  M. 

1  A  voice  from  the  desert  comes  peaceful  and 

shrill ; 
The   Lord  is   advancing !    prepare    you    the 

way; 
The  word  of  Jehovah  he  comes  to  fulfil, 
And  o'er  the  dark  world  pour  the  splendor 

of  day. 

2  Bring    down    the    proud    mountain,    though 

towering  to  heaven. 
And  be  the  low  valley  exalted  on  high  : 
The  rough  path  and  crooked  be  made  smooth 

and  even, 
For,  Zion  !    your   King,  your  Redeemer   is 

nigh. 

3  The  beams  of  salvation  his  progress  illume  ; 
The  lone  dreary  wilderness  sings  of  her  Lord  ; 
The  rose  and  the  myrtle  there  suddenly  bloom, 
And  the  olive  of  peace  spreads  its  branches 

abroad. 

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THE    PROMISE    OF    A    MESSIAH. 


70  C.  M. 

1  Behold  my  servant ;  see  bim  rise 

Exalted  in  my  might ! 
Him  have  I  chosen,  and  in  him 
I  place  supreme  delight. 

2  On  him,  in  rich  effusion  poured, 

My  Spirit  shall  descend; 
My  truths  and  judgment  he  shall  show 
To  earth's  remotest  end. 

3  Gentle  and  still  shall  be  his  voice ; 

No  threats  from  bim  proceed  ; 
The  smoking  flax  shall  he  not  quench, 
Nor  break  the  bruised  reed. 

4  The  feeble  spark  to  flames  he'll  raise ; 

The  weak  will  not  despise  ; 
Judgment  he  shall  bring  forth  to  truth, 
And  make  the  fallen  rise. 

5  The  progress  of  his  zeal  and  power 

Shall  never  now  decline, 
Till  foreign  lands  and  distant  isles 
Receive  the  law  divine. 
66 


THE  INCARNATION. 


71  L.  M. 

1  The  Lord  is  come ;  the  heavens  proclaim 
His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name; 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 

Of  eastern  sages  to  their  Lord. 

2  All  you  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go,  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound ; 

But  Zion  shall  his  glories  sing, 

And  earth  confess  her  sovereign  King. 


7  2  CM. 

1  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  vain. 

Give  your  burnt  oflferings'o'er, 
In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  slain, 
My  soul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  spake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here. 

My  God,  to  do  thy  will : 
Whate'er  thy  sacred  books  declare 
Thy  servant  shall  fulfil. 

67 


THE    INCARNATION. 


3  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  sight, 

I  keep  it  near  my  heart : 
Mine  ej^es  are  opened  with  delight 
To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  see,  the  blest  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  glorious  Son  appears, 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 


73  L.  M. 

1  The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought. 
Exceed  our  praise,  surmount  our  thought : 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail. 

My  speech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  spilt, 

Can  cleanse  the  souls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  hast  set  before  our  eyes 
An  all-sufficient  sacrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thy  beloved  Son  appears. 
To  thy  designs  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
Assumes  a  body  well  prepared, 
And  well  performs  a  work  so  hard. 

4  "Behold,  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries. 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes, 

"  I  come,  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
Of  sins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  Grod. 

68 


THE    INCARNATION. 


'"Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
I  must  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart." 


74  P.  M. 

1  No  war  nor  battle's  sound 
Was  heard  the  world  around  ; 

No  hostile  chiefs  to  furious  combat  ran ; 

But  peaceful  was  the  night, 

In  which  the  Prince  of  light 
His  reign  of  peace  upon  the  earth  began. 

2  The  herdsmen  on  the  lawn, 
Before  the  point  of  dawn, 

In  social  circle  sat ;  while,  all  around, 
"  The  gentle,  fleecy  brood 
Or  crooped  the  flowery  food. 
Or  slept,  or  sported  on  the  verdant  ground. 

3  When  lo  !  with  ravished  ears. 
Each  swain  delighted  hears 

Sweet  music,  ofi"spring  of  no  mortal  hand ; 

Divinely  warbled  voice. 

Answering  the  stringed  noise, 
With  blissful  rapture    charmed   the  listening 
band. 


THE    IXCARXATION. 

4  Hail,  hail,  auspicious  morn  ! 

The  Saviour,  Christ  is  born  ! 
Such  was  the  raptured  seraph's  song  sublime. 

Glory  to  God  in  heaven  ! 

To  man  sweet  peace  be  given, 
Sweet  peace  and  friendship,  to  the  end  of  time  ! 


75  L.  M. 

1  Our  souls  shall  magnify  the  Lord  ; 
In  Christ  the  Saviour  we  rejoice : 
While  we  repeat  the  virgin's  song. 
May  the  same  spirit  tune  our  voice. 

2  The  Highest  saw  her  low  estate, 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done : 
His  over-shadowing  pow'r  and  grace 
Made  her  the  mother  of  his  son. 

3  He  spoke  to  Abra'm  and  his  seed, 

'•  In  thee  shall  all  the  earth  be  bless'd ;" 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breast. 

4  And  now  no  more  shall  Isr'el  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn : 
Lo,  the  desire  of  nations  come; 
Behold  the  promis'd  seed  is  born  ! 

70 


THE    INCARNATIOX. 


5  To  those  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  stands  for  ever  sure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  promise  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  secure. 


76  S.  M. 

1  Behold!  the  grace  appears, 

The  promise  is  fulfilled  ; 
Mary,  the  favor'd  virgin,  bears, 
And  Jesus  is  the  child. 

2  The  great,  th'  eternal  Grod, 

Calls  him  his  only  Son : 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  shall  he  reign. 

With  a  peculiar  sway  : 
The- nations  shall  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth ; 
Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth. 

5  In  worship  so  divine. 

Angels  employ'd  their  tongues ; 
We,  with  the  hosts  celestial  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs. 

71 


THE    INCARNATION. 


6  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heav'nlj  peace  on  earth ; 
Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth. 


77  C.  M. 

1  Awake,  awake,  the  sacred  song 

To  our  incarnate  Lord  : 
Let  ev'ry  heart  and  every  tongue. 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  Jehovah's  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  love, 

Shone  in  their  brightest  forms, 
"When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

3  To  dwell  with  mis'ry  here  below. 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies ; 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness,  and  woe. 
That  worthless  men  might  rise. 

4  Adoring  angels  tun'd  their  songs, 

To  hail  the  joyful  day: 
With  rapture,  then,  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

5  What  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due  ! 

With  wonder  we  adore  ; 
But.  could  we  sing  as  angels  do. 
Our  highest  praise  were  poor. 


THE    INCARNATION. 


78  H.  M. 

1  The  long  expected  morn, 
Has  dawn'd  upon  the  earth  ; 
The  Saviour,  Christ,  is  born, 
And  Angels  sing  his  birth  ; 

We'll  join  the  bright  seraphic  throng, 
And  share  their  joys  and  swell  their  song. 

2  Good  will  and  peace  divine, 
To  highly  favor'd  man  : 

No  wisdom,  Lord,  but  thine 
Could  form  the  gracious  plan : 
To  save  the  guilty  and  the  lost. 
Thyself  remaining  true  and  just. 

3  Praise  then  the  Lord  most  high, 
On  earth  he  deign'd  to  dwell, 
Incarnate  to  destroy 

The  works  of  death  and  hell  ; 
Hosanna  in  the  highest  strain, 
Gi-reat  peace  on  earth — good  will  to  men. 


79  L.  M. 

The  lands,  that  long  in  darkness  lay, 
Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light  ; 
Nations  that  sat  in  death's  cold  shade. 
Are  bless'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 
7  73 


THE    INCARNATION. 

2  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expected  child  appears  ! 
What  shall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor. 

3  The  government  of  earth  and  seas 
Upon  his  shoulders  shall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  dominions  shall  increase, 
And  honors  to  his  name  be  paid. 

4  Jesus,  the  holy  child,  shall  sit 
High  on  his  father  David's  throne ; 
Shall  crush  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 


SO*  7s. 

1  Hark  !  the  herald-angels  sing, 
Grlory  to  the  new-born  King  ; 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
Sinners  to  Grod  are  reconcil'd. 

2  Joyful,  all  you  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
With  the  heav'nly  host  proclaim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heav'n  ador'd, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord, 
Lowly  laid  his  glory  by  ; 

Born  for  men,  for  men  he  died. 

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THE    INCARNATION. 


4  Hail !  thou  heav'n-born  Prince  of  peace 
Hail  !  thou  Sun  of  righteousness ; 
Ris'n  with  healing  on  thy  wings, 
Light  and  life  thy  rising  brings. 


81  L.  M. 

1  Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretch'd  abroad 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word  ; 

With  God  he  was ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  power  were  all  things  made ; 
By  him  supported  all  things  stand  ; 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  Head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  sin  began,  or  Satan  fell, 

He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars ; 

(Thy  generation  who  can  tell. 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 

4  But  lo.  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms, 
The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Drest  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  behold  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 

How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  from  his  flesh  his  glory  shone. 

75 


THE  MESSIAH  HAS  COME. 


82  7s.  M. 

1  Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long-expected  star  ! 
Star  of  truth  that  gilds  the  night, 
And  guides  bewildered  man  aright. 

2  Mild  it  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercino;  throu2;h  the  shades  of  death 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night; 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

3  Nations  all,  remote  and  near, 
Haste  to  see  your  Lord  appear ; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare, 
Meet  him  manifested  there  ! 

4  There  behold  the  day-spring  rise, 
Pouring  light  on  mortal  eyes ; 
See  it  chase  the  shades  away, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day  ! 


83  C.  M. 

1   Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 
76 


THE  MESSIAH  HAS  COME. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
"While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
As  far  as  sin  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


84  S.  M. 

Behold  the  Prince  of  Peace  ! 

The  chosen  of  the  Lord, 
Grod's  well-beloved  Son,  fulfils 

The  sure  prophetic  word. 

No  royal  pomp  adorns 

This  King  of  Righteousness  : 

Meekness  and  patience,  truth  and  love 
Compose  his  princely  dress. 


The  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

In  rich  abundance  shed, 
On  this  great  prophet  gently  lights, 

And  rests  upon  his  head. 

7*  77 


THE  MESSIAH  HAS  COME. 

4  Jesus,  tlie  light  of  men  ! 

His  doctrine  life  imparts  ; 
O  may  we  feel  its  quickening  power 
Within  our  cheerful  hearts. 

5  Cheered  by  its  beams,  our  souls 

Shall  run  the  heavenly  way : 
The  path  which  Christ  has  marked  and  trod. 
Will  lead  to  endless  day. 


85  C.  M. 

1  Jehovah  spoke,  and  Gabriel  sped, 

Upborne  on  wings  of  light ; 
Celestial  glory  round  him  spread, 
And  changed  to  day^  the  night. 

2  Swift  down  to  earth  the  herald  flew, 

From  God's  eternal  throne ; 
His  shining  robe,  of  rainbow  hue. 
The  stars,  moon,  sun,  outshone. 

3  The  voice  of  Love  was  heard  on  high. 

Loud  anthems  rolled  around  ; 
Ten  thousand  angels  left  the  sky 
To  chant  salvation's  sound. 

4  From  Z ion's  hill  to  worlds  above 

Re-echoed  back  the  strain, 
And  golden  harps,  attuned  to  love, 
Thus  swept  Ephratah's  plain  ; — 
78 


THE  MESSIAH  HAS  COME. 

5  He  comes  !  the  mighty  Saviour  comes  ! 

Grood  will,  peace,  joy,  prevail ; 
Glad  tidings  shout ;  prepare  him  room  ; 
Hail,  glorious  Saviour,  hail ! 

6  "Wide  o'er  the  world  thy  sceptre  sway, 

Till  nations  jDrostrate  fall  ; 
Kings,  princes,  men,  thy  law  obey, 
And  crown  thee  Lord  of  all. 

86  S.  M. 

1  Joy  to  the  world  below — 

The  Lord  himself  is  come  ! 
Let  mighty  kings  before  him  bow, 
And  monarchs  give  him  room. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  he  brings, 

And  angels  shout  his  praise  ; 
Let  every  soul  an  anthem  sing 
In  heaven-inspiring  lays. 

3  He  rules  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

87  L.  M. 

1   From  Jesse's  root  a  Branch  did  rise, 
Whose  fragrance  fills  the  lofty  skies. 
Which  spreads  its  leaves  from  pole  to  pole, 
A  healing  balm  for  every  soul. 

79 


THE  MESSIAH  HAS  COME. 

The  sick,  the  weak,  the  halt,  and  blind, 
In  him  do  aid  and  comfort  find, — 
A  remedy  for  every  wound. 
Or  moral  pain,  that  can  be  found. 

This  is  the  Saviour  long  foretold  ; 
Hear  him,  ye  deaf  ;  ye  blind,  behold  : 
He's  come  to  make  his  grace  abound, 
x\s  far  as  sin  or  death  is  found. 


88  7s.  6s. 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed  ! 

Great  David's  greater  Son  ; 
Hail  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression  ; 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

He  comes,  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy. 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing. 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light. 
Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 
«0 


THE  MESSIAH  HAS  COME. 

He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth. 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him.  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

For  him  shall  pray'r  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever: 

That  name  to  us  is — Love. 


'89  6s.  8s. 

1   In  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptist  stands, 

Immersing  the  repenting  Jews  ; 

The  Son  of  God  the  rite  demands, 

Nor  dares  the  holy  man  refuse: 

Jesus  descends  beneath  the  wave, 

The  emblem  of  his  future  grave  ! 

81 


THE    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH    OF    CHRIST. 

But.  lo  !  from  yonder  op'ning  skies, 
What  beams  of  dazzling  glory  spread  ! 

Dove-like  the  Holy  Spirit  flies, 

And  lights  on  the  Redeemer's  head : 

Amaz'd  they  see  the  power  divine 

Around  the  Saviour's  temples  shine. 

Then  does  the  Father  loud  proclaim, 
In  audience  of  the  wond'ring  crowd; 

Attend  all  nations  ;  hear  the  name 
His  Father  gave  :  he  spoke  aloud  : 

This  is  my  well-beloved  Son  ! 

I  see,  well  pleas'd,  what  he  has  done  ! 


THE  SUFFERINGS  AN13  DEATH  OF  CHRIST, 


90  L.  M. 

1  Behold  the  man  !  how  glorious  he! 
Before  his  foes  he  stands  unawed, 
x\nd.  without  wrong  or  blasphemy. 
He  claims  to  be  the  son  of  God. 

2  Behold  the  man  !  by  all  condemned, 
Assaulted  by  a  host  of  foes ; 

His  person  and  his  claims  contemned, 
A  man  of  sufferings  and  of  woes. 

82 


THE    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH    OF    CHRIST. 

3  Behold  the  man  !  so  weak  he  seems. 


His  awful  word  inspires  no  fear  ; 

But  soon  must  he  who  now  blasphemes, 

Before  his  judgment  seat  appear. 

4  Behold  the  man  !  though  scorned  below, 
He  bears  the  greatest  name  above; 
The  angels  at  his  footstool  bow, 
And  all  his  royal  claims  approve. 


91  L.  M. 

1  He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo,  Salem's  daughters  weep  around, 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ; 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ; 
But,  lo,  what  sudden  joys  we  see, — 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  you  saints,  and  say. 

How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  rose  to  endless  day. 

And  led  the  tyrant  Death  in  chains. 

4  Say,  Live  forever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ! 
Then  ask  the  monster,  Where's  thy  sting. 
And,  Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ? 

83 


THE  SUFFERINGS  AND  DEATH  OF  CHUIST. 


92  L.  M. 

1  "  Father  divine,"  the  Saviour  cried, 
While  horrors  pressed  on  every  side, 
And  prostrate  on  the  ground  he  lay, 
"  Remove  this  bitter  cup  away. 

2  "  But  if  these  pangs  must  still  be  borne, 
Or  helpless  man  be  left  forlorn, 

I  bow  my  soul  before  thy  throne, 

And  say, — Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 

'3  Thus  our  submissive  souls  would  bow, 
And,  taught  by  Jesus,  lie  as  low; 
Our  hearts,  and  not  our  lips  alone. 
Would  say, — Thy  will,  not  ours,  be  done. 

4  Then,  though  like  him  in  dust  we  lie, 
We'll  view  the  blissful  moment  nigh, 
Which,  from  our  portion  in  his  pains, 
Calls  to  the  joy  in  which  he  reigns. 


93  L.  M. 

1  The  morning  dawns  upon  the  place 
Where  Jesus  spent  the  night  in  prayer: 
Through  yielding  glooms  behold  his  face. 
Nor  form  nor  comeliness  is  there. 
84 


THE    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH    OF    CHRIST. 

2  Last  eve.  by  those  he  called  his  own, 
Betrayed,  forsaken  or  denied, 

He  met  his  enemies.alone, 

In  all  their  malice,  rage,  and  pride. 

3  No  guile  within  his  mouth  is  found. 
He  neither  threatens  nor  complains ; 
Meek  as  a  lamb  for  slaughter  bound. 
Dumb  midst  his  murderers  he  remains. 

4  But  hark  !  He  prays, — 'tis  for  his  foes  ; 
He  speaks — 'tis  comfort  to'his  friends  ; 
Answers  — and  Paradise  bestows  ; 

He  bows  his  head  ;  the  conflict  ends. 


5  Truly  this  was  the  Son  of  Grod  ! — 
Though  in  a  servant's  mean  disgu; 
And  bruised  beneath  the  Father's 
Not  for  himself, — for  man  he  dies. 


94  L.  M. 

From  tribulation's  gloomy  vale. 

Where  Jesus  bowed,  where  Jesus  bled 
The  suffering,  conquering  Lamb  of  God 

Shall  lift  on  high  his  glorious  head. 

For  rebel  man  the  Saviour  died  ; 

For  man  he  burst  the  rocky  tomb. 
And  oped  by  death  a  door  of  hope. 

That  enters  on  the  world  to  come. 
8  fco 


THE    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH    OF    CHRISl 

The  bow,  the  sword,  the  sting  of  death, 
Christ  Jesus'  death  has  turned  away, 

And  Achor's  vale,  this^vale  of  tears, 
Now  beams  with  everlasting  day. 


95  L.  M. 

1  Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  sorrows  of  our  dying  Lord, 
"When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  by  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shook  their  heads  and  laugh'd  in  scorn 
"  He  rescu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save. 

3  '•  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend ; 
If  God,  the  blessed,  lov'd  him  so. 
Why  does  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?" 

4  0  !  savage  people  !  cruel  priests  ! 

How  they  stood  round  like  raging  beasts  ! 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour. 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power  ! 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide. 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 
86 


THE    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH    OF    CHRIST. 

But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 


96  8s.  &  7s. 

1  Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky! 
It  is  finish'd  ! 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  It  is  finish'd  !   0  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 
Heav'nly  pleasures  without  measure 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord ; 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  once  unfinish'd  law 
Finish'd  all  that  God  had  promis'd. 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Saints,  from  this  your  comfort  draw. 

87 


THE    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH    OF    CHRIST. 

Tune  your  harps  anew,  you  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 

All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Grlory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 


97  L.  M. 

1  Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies! 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 

See,  how  the  sacred  crimson  tide 
Flows  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side. 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound ; 
The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows 

To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes ! 

3  To  sufi"er  in  the  traitor's  place, 
To  die  for  man — surprising  grace ! 
Yet  pass  rebellious  angels  by — 

0  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why  ? 

4  And  didst  thou  bleed? — for  sinners  bleed? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 

No !  he  withdrew  his  sickening  ray. 
And  darkness  veiled  the  morning  day. 


THE    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH    OF    CHRIST. 

5  Can  T  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 

Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  1 


98  L.  M. 

1  'Tis  finished !  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head,  and  died. 
'Tis  finished !  yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finished !  all  that  heaven  decreed. 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  now  fulfilled,  as  was  designed, 
In  Christ,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finished !  Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore : 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain. 

And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 


'Tis  finished!  let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round : 
'Tis  finished !  let  the  echo  fly 
Through  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea  and  sky. 
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THE  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 


99  7s.  M. 

1  Angels,  roU'cl  the  rock  away ; 
Death,  gave  up  the  mighty  prey ; 
Then,  the  Saviour  left  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Sing  you  seraphs ;   Gabriel,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Heaven  spread  her  portals  wide; 

The  Glorious  Hero,  through  them  rode ; 
The  King  of  glory,  took  his  throne : 
Boundless  empire  is  his  own. 

4  Praise  him,  you  celestial  choirs. 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ; 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs. 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 


100  L.  M. 

1   When  we  the  sacred  grave  survey, 
In  which  the  Saviour  deign'd  to  lie, 
We  see  fulfilled  what  Prophets  say, 
And  all  the  pow'r  of  death  defv. 
90 


THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim 
How  weak  the  bands  of  conquer'd  death ; 
Sure  pledge  that  all  who  trust  his  name 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

3  Jesus,  once  number'd  with  the  dead, 
Unseals  his  eyes  to  sieep  no  more; 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead, 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 

4  Then,  though  in  dust  we  lay  our  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
Our  flesh  forever  with  the  dead. 

Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave  ! 


101  8s 

1  Behold,  the  bright  morning  appear'd, 
■  And  Jesus  revived  from  the  grave; 
His  rising  removes  all  our  fears, 

And  shows  him  almighty  to  save. 

2  How  strong  were  his  tears  and  his  cries! 

The  worth  of  his  blood  how  divine  ! 
How  perfect  is  his  sacrifice, 

Who  rose,  though  he  suffered  for  sin. 

3  The  man  that  was  crowned  with  thorns, 

The  man  that  on  Calvary  died. 
The  man  that  bore  scourging  and  scorns, 
Whom  sinners  agreed  to  deride — 

91 


THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

4  Now  blessed  forever  is  made. 


And  life  has  rewarded  his  pain ; 
Now  glory  has  crowned  his  head  ; 

Heav'n  sings  of  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 

5  Believing,  we  share  in  his  joy ; 

By  faith  we  partake  in  his  rest ; 
With  this  we  can  cheerfully  die, 
For  with  him  we  hope  to  be  blest. 

6  We  wait  for  his  coming  again, 

To  raise  us  to  honor  and  fame ; 
This  glor}^  his  saints  shall  obtain  ; 
His  foes  shall  be  clothed  with  shame. 


102  P.M. 

1   Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  saints  cannot  die ; 

Yain  were  the  terrors  that  gathered  aroun-d  him, 

And  short  the  dominion  of  death  and  the  grave  ; 

He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that  bound 
him, 

Besplendent  in  glory,  to  live  and  to  save: 
Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high, — 
The  Saviour  hath  risen  and  saints  cannot  die. 
92 


THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

2  Glory  to  God.  in  full  anthems  of  joy, 

The  being  he  gave  us  death  cannot  destroy: 

Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to-morrow, 

If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death  were  our 
end; 

But  Jesus  hath  cheered  the  dark  valley  of  sor- 
row, 

And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend : 
Lift  then  your  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  saints  shall  not  die. 

103  C.  M. 

1  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray ; 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn. 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  0  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 
.    The  heathen  world  in  gloom ! 

0  what  a  sun,  which  broke,  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung  ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn  ; 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

93 


^THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 


104  S  M 

1  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed;" 
And  are  the  tidings  true  ? 

The  Apostles  saw  the  Saviour  bleed, 
And  saw  him  living  too. 

2  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ; 
Then  death  has  lost  his  prey ; 

With  him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

3  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ; 
Attending  angels  hear ; 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed. 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 
And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 

Join  all  the  bright  celestial  choirs, 
To  sinor  our  risen  Lord. 


105  7s.  M. 

1   Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb ! 
Jesus  dissipates  its  gloom! 
Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies, 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 
94 


THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

2  Christians,  dry  your  flowing  tears  ; 
Chase  those  unbelieving  fears ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

3  You  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  ;  ' 
Drive  your  anxious  fears  away  ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  So  the  rising  sun  appears, 
Shedding  radiance  o'er  the  spheres; 
So  returning  beams  of  light 
Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night. 


106  6s.  &  4s. 

1   Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 
And  o'er  his  hellish  foes 
High  rais'd  his  conqu'ring  head: 
In  wild  dismay. 

The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 

95 


THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

2  Lo !  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 

To  wait  his  high  commandSj 
And  worship  at  his  feet: 
Joyful  they  come. 

And  wing  their  way 
From  realms  of  day 
To  Jesus  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly. 
The  joyful  news  to  bear  ; 
Hark!  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air  : 

Their  anthems  say, 
"  Jesus  who  bled 
Has  left  the  dead — 

He  rose  to-day !" 

4  You  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 
Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell, 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell  ; 
Transported  cry, 

''  Jesus  who  bled 
Has  left  the  dead, 
No  more  to  die  !" 
96 


THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

All  hail !  triumphant  Lord, 
Who  sav'd  us  b}'  thy  blood ; 
Wide  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
Thou  reigning  Son  of  God  ! 
With  thee  we  rise, 

With  thee  we  reign. 
And  kingdoms  gain 
Beyond  the  skies. 


107  8s 

1  The  angels  that  watched  round  the  tomb 

Where  low  the  Redeemer  was  laid, 
When  deep  in  mortality's  gloom 
He  hid  for  a  season  his  head ; 

2  That  veil'd  their  fair  face  while  he  slept, 

And  ceased  their  sweet  harps  to  employ. 
Have  wituess'd  his  rising,  and  swept 
The  chords  with  the  triumphs  of  joy. 

3  You  saints,  who  once  languish'd  below, 

But  long  since  have  enter'd  your  rest, 
I  pant  to  be  glorified  too, 

To  lean  on  Immanuel's  breast! 

4  The  grave  in  which  Jesus  was  laid 

Has  buried  my  guilt  and  my  fears ; 
And  while  I  contemplate  its  shade. 
The  light  of  his  presence  appears. 
9  97 


THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

5  0  sweet  is  the  season  of  rest, 

AVhea  life's  weary  journey  is  done! 
The  blush  that  spreads  over  its  west, 
The  last  ling'ring  ray  of  its  sun ! 

6  Though  dreary  the  empire  of  night, 

I  soon  shall  emerge  from  its  gloom, 
And  see  immortality's  light 

Arise  on  the  shades  of  the  tomb. 

7  Then  welcome  the  last  rending  sighs, 

When  these  aching  heartstrings  shall  break ; 
When  death  shall  extinguish  these  eyes, 
And  moisten  with  dew  the  pale  cheek ! 

8  No  terror  the  prospect  begets, 

I  am  not  mortality's  slave. 
The  sunbeam  of  life  as  it  sets 

Leaves  a  halo  of  peace  on  the  grave. 


108  7s. 

1  "  Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day  !" 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 
Raise  your  jo^^s  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  you  heav'ns,  and  earth  reply  ! 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done — 
Fought  the  fight — the  battle  won — 
Lo  !  the  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er ; 

Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 
98 


THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  he!i ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise ; 
Christ  has  open'd  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save — 
Where's  thy  vict'ry  boasting  grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Foll'wing  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise — 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

6  What  though  once  we  perish'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents'  fall, 
Better  life  we  now  receive — 

In  our  heav'nly  Adam  live. 

7  Hail,  thou  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n ! 
Praise  to  thee  by  both  be  giv'n ; 
Thee  we  greet,  triumphant  now — 
Hail!  the  resurrection  Thou. 

99 


THE  COMMANDMENT  TO  THE  APOSTLES. 


109  L.  M. 

1  "  Go  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive ; 
He  shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word. 
He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

2  "  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 
And  you  shall  prove  my  gospel  true 

By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done. 
By  all  the  wonders  you  shall  do. 

3  '-  Gro  heal  the  sick,  go  raise  the  dead, 
Go  cast  out  demons  in  my  name ; 
Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid. 

Tho'  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blaspheme. 


4  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

5  He  spoke,  and  light  shone  round  his  head. 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode : 
They  to  the  farthest  nation  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascended  Lord. 
100 


THE    COMMANDMENT    TO   THE    APOSTLES. 

110  L.  M. 

1  Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
When  the  belov'd  disciples  met ; 
And  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
The  power  to  kill — the  power  to  save, 
Furnish'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous  words, 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears  and  swords. 

3  Thus  armed  he  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  East  to  West,  from  South  to  North : 
"  Go  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause — 
Go,  spread  the  myst'ry  of  his  cross  !" 

4  These  weapons  of  the  holy  v\^ar. 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low  ! 

5  The  Greeks  and  Jews,  the  learn'd  and  rude, 
Are  by  these  heav'nly  arms  subdued  ; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

111  L.  M. 

1  'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 
"  Go  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize ;" 
The  nations  have  received  the  word 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

9*  101 


THE    ASCENSION. 

2  He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands; 
And  sends  his  cov'nant,  with  its  seals. 
To  bless  the  distant  Pagan  lands. 

3  "  Reform  and  be  immers'd,"  he  saith, 
"  For  the  remission  of  j^our  sins," 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  the  gospel  means 

4  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 


THK  ASCENSION. 


112  L.  M. 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
The  Saviour  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Drawn  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay — 
Lift  up  your  heads,  you  heav'nly  gates ! 
You  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 
102 


THE    ASCENSION. 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  ligbt, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 

He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right — 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 

4  '•  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?— Who  ?" 
The  Lord,  who  all  his  foes  o'ercame ; 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqu'ror's  name. 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  you  heavenly  gates 
You  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

6  '^  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?— Who  ?" 
The  Lord  of  boundless  might  possess'd, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too. 
Lord  over  all,  forever  blest ! 


113  C.  M. 

1  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung  ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

2  Jesus,  the  Friend  of  human  kind, 

With  strong  compassion  moved, 
Descended  from  his  Father,  God, 
To  save  the  souls  he  loved. 

103 


THE    ASCENSION. 

3  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  bind  his  soul  in  death  ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom,  when  he  fell, 
With  his  expiring  breath. 

4  And  now  his  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 
While  broke,  beneath  the  Victor's  cross, 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

5  Exalted  high  at  Grod's  right  hand, 

And  Lord  of  all  below, 
Through  him  is  pardoning  love  dispensed, 
And  boundless  blessings  flow. 


114  H.  M. 

1  Awake,  our  drowsy  powers. 

Shake  off  each  slothful  band  ; 
The  wonders  of  this  day 

Our  joyful  songs  demand. 
Auspicious  morn,  its  blissful  rays 
Bright  seraphs  hail  in  songs  of  praise. 

2  At  its  approaching  dawn, 

Keluctant  death  resigned — 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life 

His  dark  domains  confined  ; 
Angelic  hosts  around  him  bend, 
And  shout  to  see  the  Lord  ascend. 
104 


THE    ASCE^'SION. 

3  All  hail,  triumpliant  Lord, 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 
While  earth  in  humble  strains 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  ; — 
Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  was  slain. 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

115  C.  M. 

1  Beyond  the  glitt'ring  starry  sky, 

Which  Grod's  right  hand  sustains, 
There,  in  the  boundless  world  of  light, 
Our  great  Redeemer  reigns. 

2  Legions  of  angels,  strong  and  fair, 

In  countless  armies  shine 
At  his  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
To  offer  songs  divine. 

3  "  Hail,  Prince  !"  they  cry,  "  forever  hail  !" 

•  Whose  unexampled  love 
Mov'd  thee  to  quit  these  blissful  realms 
And  royalties  above  ! 

4  While  from  the  sons  of  men  on  earth 

He  sutfer'd  rude  disdain. 
They  threw  their  honors  at  his  feet, 
And  waited  in  his  train. 

5  Through  all  his  travels  here  below 

They  did  his  steps  attend  ; 
Oft  gaz'd,  and  wonder'd  where  at  length 
This  scene  of  love  would  end. 

105 


THE    ASCENSION. 

6  Tliey  heard  him  in  the  garden  groan, 

And  saw  his  sweat  of  blood  : 
They  saw  his  pierced  hands  and  feet 
NaiPd  to  the  cursed  wood. 

7  They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 

Which  none  e'er  broke  before, 
And  rise  in  conqu'ring  majesty. 
To  stoop  to  death  no  more. 

8  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 

To  bear  him  to  his  throne  ; 
And  with  a  shout  exultinoj  cried, 
"  The  glorious  work  is  done  !" 


116  L.  M. 

1  Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high. 
Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky ; 
Those  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there 
While  he  pronounced  his  holy  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made. 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led. 

106 


THE    ASCENSION. 


Rais'd  by  his  father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  his  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 


117  H.  M. 

1  All  hail !  the  glorious  morn, 
That  saw  our  Saviour  rise, 
With  vict'ry  bright  adorned, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes ; 

You  saints  extol  your  risen  Lord, 
And  sing  his  praise  with  sweet  accord. 

2  The  conqueror  ascends. 
In  triumph  to  the  skies ; 
Celestial  hosts  attend 
To  crown  his  victories  ; 

Hark !  they  proclaim  his  glorious  name  ; 
And  heaven  resounds  Immanuel's  fame. 

3  All  praise  be  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  offered  up  his  blood  ; 
Hosannas  to  his  name. 
That  for   our  ransom  stood  ; 

In  notes  sublime,  with  joy  we  sing. 
The  love  divine  of  Christ  our  king. 

107 


THE   CCKOKATION  OP  CHRIST. 


118  C.  M. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  you  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call  ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crownhim  Lord  of  all. 

3  You  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  You  Gentle  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go;  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Bahes,  men,  and  sires,  who  know  his  love, 

Who  feel  3^our  sin  and  thrall, 
Now  join  with  all  the  hosts  above. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe. 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

108 


THE    COROXATION    OF    CHRIST. 

0  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall  ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


119  L.  M. 

1  Lo,  what  enraptured  songs  of  praise 

Resound  through  heaven  to  Christ  the 
Lord  ! 
Adoring  angels  on  him  gaze, 

And  swell  the  golden  trump  of  fame. 

2  Amid  his  smiles  and  glories  bright, 

Transported  millions  round  hiui  bend, 
And,  robed  in  life's  primeval  light, 
The  honors  of  his  crown  extend. 

3  Salvation  to  the  King  they  cry, 

That  sits  upon  the  shining  throne. 
Who  once  for  sinful  men  did  die. 

That  he  might  seek  and  bring  them  home. 

"1  Hosanna  !  all  may  join  the  song, 

In  heaven,  in  earth,  and  in  the  seas  ; 
Salvation  sound  from  every  tongue 
In  swelling  notes  of  ceaseless  praise. 
10  lUD 


THE    CORONATION    OF    CHRIST. 


120  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  Look,  you  saints  : — the  sight  is  glorious,- 

See  the  Man  of  sorrows  now  ; 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 

Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow : 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ; 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  him ; 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings ; 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
While  the  heavenly  concave  rings  : 

Crown  him,  crown  him  : 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  him, 
Own  his  title,  praise  his  name  : 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ; 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

4  Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  !  those  loud,  triumphant  chords! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; 
0,  what  joy  the  sight  affords! 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ; 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 
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THE    CORONATION    OF    CHRIST. 


121  7s.  6s. 

1  Glory,  glory  to  our  King ! 

Crowns  unfading  wreath  his  head  ; 
Jesus  is  the  name  we  sing — 

Jesus  risen  from  the  dead; 
Jesus,  Conqueror  o'er  the  grave  ; 
Jesus,  mighty  now  to  save. 

2  Now  behold  him  high  enthroned, 

Glory  beaming  from  his  face, 
By  adoring  angels  owned, 

King  of  holiness  and  grace  : 
0  for  hearts  and  tongues  to  sing. 
Glory,  glory  to  our  King ! 

3  Jesus,  on  thy  people  shine  ; 

Warm  our  hearts  and  tune  our  tongues, 
That  with  angels  we  may  join, — 

Share  their  bliss,  and  swell  their  songs : 
Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 
Lord,  be  thine  forevermore. 

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THE  REIGIV  OF  CHRIST. 


122  L.  M. 

1  Thus  the  eternal  Father  spoke 

To  Christ  the  Son  : — Ascend,  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed  ; 

Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed. 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 

When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds. 
And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines. 

4  0  power  divine  !  0  glorious  day  ! 

What  a  large  victory  shall  ensue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew  ! 

123  6s.  &  8s. 


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1   Rejoice — the  Lord  is  Kin 
The  Prince  of  Life  adore; 
O  Zion  !   shout  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore. 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice 
With  gladness  great  do  you  rejoice. 
112 


THE    REIGN    OF    CHRIST. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns ; 
His  character  is  love  ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  sins, 
He  took  his  seat  above : 

Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
With  gladness  great  do  you  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n ; 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Saviour  giv'n : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
With  gladness  great  do  you  rejoice. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand. 
Till  all  his  foes  submit. 
And  bow  at  his  command. 
And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 

Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice 
With  gladness  great  do  you  rejoice. 

124  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  his  empire  shall  extend  ; 

Beneath  his  gentle  sway 
Kings  of  the  earth  shall  humbly  bend, 
And  his  commands  obey. 

2  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

All  nations  shall  be  blest : 
We  hear  the  noise  of  war  no  more  ; 
He  gives  his  people  rest. 

10*  113 


THE    REIGN    OF    CHRIST. 


As  rain  descends  in  gentle  showers 
Id  each  returning  spring, 

Awakes  to  life  the  fragrant  flowers, 
And  makes  creation  sing, — 

So  Jesus,  by  his  heavenly  grace, 
Descends  on  man  below  ; 

His  blessings  on  the  human  race 
In  gentle  currents  flow. 

Long  as  the  sun  shall  rule  the  day, 
Or  moon  shall  cheer  the  night, 

The  Saviour  shall  his  sceptre  sway. 
By  love's  resistless  might. 


135  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  this  shall  constant  prayer  be  made. 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  : 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

114 


THE    REIGN    OF    CHRIST. 

Tlessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  their  King, 
Ano;els  descend  with  sono's  aojain, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen. 


1 26  S.  M. 

1  The  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
•    Let  all  the  nations  fear, 

Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne, 
His  honors  are  divine ; 

His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

115 


THE    REIGN    OF    CHRIST. 

4     How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
How  terrible  his  praise! 
Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

127  L.  M. 

1  He  reigns  !  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  I 
Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains  : 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne  : 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs, 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire. 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay. 

Fly  from  the  sight  and  shun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  you  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

128  P.M. 

1  You  servants  of  Christ,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name  : 
The  name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  and  rules  over  all. 
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THE    PRIESTHOOD    OF    CHRIST. 

He  ruletli  on  high,  almighty  to  save, 
And  still  he  is  nigh  :  his  blessing  we  hare  . 
The  great  cojigregation  his  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right, 
All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might  ; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above. 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love. 


THK  PRIESTHOOD  OF  CHRIST. 


129  CM. 

1  In  Christ  the  Lord  our  eyes  behold 

A  thousand  glories  more 
Than  all  the  gems  and  polished  gold 
The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

"With  blood — but  not  his  own — 
Aaron  within  the  veil  appeared, 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

3  But  Jesus,  by  his  precious  blood, 

The  Father's  love  displayed. 
And,  in  the  presence  of  our  God, 
Himself  an  offering  made. 

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THE    PRIESTHOOD    OF    CHRIST. 

The  King  of  glory,  now.  he  reigns. 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill ; 
Looks  like  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 

But  wears  his  priesthood  still. 

Our  Intercessor's  lofty  praise 
Our  hearts  would  now  proclaim, 

And.  through  the  remnant  of  our  days, 
Obey  and  laud  his  name. 


130  L.  M. 

1  '  Mong  all  the  priests  of  Jewish  race, 
Jesus  the  most  illustrious  stands  ; 
The  radiant  beauty  of  his  face, 
Superior  love  and  awe  demands. 

2  Not  Aaron  or  Melchizedek 

Could  claim  such  high  descent  as  he, 
His  nature  and  his  name  bespeak 
His  unexampled  pedigree. 

3  Descended  from  the  eternal  God, 
He  bears  the  name  of  his  own  Son  ; 
And,  dress'd  in  human  flesh  and  blood, 
He  puts  his  priestly  garments  on. 

4  The  mitred  crown,  the  embroider'd  vest. 
With  graceful  dignity  he  wears  ; 

And,  in  full  splendor,  on  his  breast 
The  sacred  oracle  appears. 
118 


THE    PRIESTHOOD    OF  CHRIST. 

So  he  presents  his  sacrifice, — 
An  offering  most  divinely  sweet ; 
While  clouds  of  fragrant  incense  rise, 
And  cover  o'er  the  mercy-seat. 


131  CM. 

1  Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 

Our  great  High  Priest  abovCj 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care. 
And  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  rais'd  to  heav'n's  exalted  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around. 
And  high  o'er  all  the  hosts  of  light, 
With  matchless  honors  crown'd — 

3  The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears, 

■  Deep  graven  on  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say 
That  he  has  lost  his  part. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When  gems  and  monuments  and  crowns 
Have  moulder'd  down  to  dust. 

5  So.  gracious  Saviour,  on  my  breast 

May  thy  lov'd  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard. 
To  endless  ages  borne. 

119 


THE    PRIESTHOOD    OF    CHRIST. 

132  CM. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest ; 
He  entered  heaven  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  his  breast. 

2  On  earth  he  wash'd  our  guilt  away 

By  his  atoning  blood; 
And  now  he  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  What  though  while  here  we  oft  must  feel 

Temptation's  keenest  dart, 
Our  tender  High  Priest  feels  it  too, 
And  will  appease  the  smart. 

4  Nor  time  nor  distance  e'er  shall  quench 

The  fervor  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  died  in  kindness  here, 
Nor  is  less  kind  above. 

5  0  may  we  ne'er  forget  his  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  wear  his  name  ! 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith, 
Our  mouths  his  praise  proclaim  ! 

133  CM. 

I   The  true  Messiah  now  appears, 
The  types  are  all  withdrawn  ; 
So  fly  the  shadows  and  the  stars 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 
120 


THE  LOVE  OF  CHRIST. 

2  Now  smoking  sweets,  and  bleeding  lambs, 

And  kids   and  bullocks  slain  ; 
Incense  and  spice  of  costly  names. 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  must  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  vest, 
When  God's  own  Son  ascends  to  be 
The  off'ring  and  the  priest. 

4  He  took  our  .mortal  flesh  to  show 

The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 

And  pleads  for  us  above. 


THE  liOVE  OF  CHRIST. 


134  SM 

We  sing  the  Saviour's  love, 
Who  pitied  wretched  man, 

Delighted  in  the  thought  of  peace. 
Ere  time  and  worlds  began. 

We  see  its  smiling  beams, 
Forth  shining  at  his  birth, 

And  trace  its  lustre  day  by  day, 
While  he  sojourned  on  earth. 

11  121 


THE    LOVE    OF    CHRIST. 

3  But  in  his  closing  hour, 

How  infinite  his  grace, 
AVhen,  bowed  beneath  the  curse,  he  died, 
To  save  the  chosen  race  ! 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  songs, 

With  high,  seraphic  flame, 
Fall  far  below  the  boundless  praise 
Of  our  Immanuel's  name. 


135  L.  M. 

1  He  lives  !  he  lives  !  and  sits  above. 
Forever  interceding  there  : 

AVho  shall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

2  Sl^all  persecution  or  distress. 
Shall  famine,  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

He  who  hath  loved  us  bears  us  through. 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too 

3  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power  : 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  ; 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy.  our  hope  ; 
Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  a  prop 

4  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do. 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,  our  love 
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136  SM 

0  the  transcendent  love 

A  sinless  Saviour  shows  ! 
For  enemies  his  bowels  move, 

His  heart  with  pity  glows. 

Jesus  invited  near 

The  vilest  of  our  race  : 
He  bids  the  greatest  sinner  hear 

The  gospel  of  his  grace. 

Let  Pharisees  exclaim, 

And  all  this  grace  despise, 
J3ut  we  will  love  the  Saviour's  name  ; 

'Tis  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

Yes,  to  life's  utmost  end. 

His  sovereign  grace  we'll  show. 

And  own  Him  for  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  sin's  eternal  Foe. 


CHRIST  THE  EVER-LIVOG  INTERCESSOR. 

137  L.  M. 

I   The  Saviour  lives,  no  more  to  die  ; 
He  lives,  the  Lord  enthroned  on  high  ; 
He  lives,  triumphant  o'er  the  grave  ; 
He  lives,  eternally  to  save. 

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CHRIST    THE    EVER-LIVIXG    INTERCESSOR. 

2  He  lives,  to  still  his  servants'  fears  : 


He  lives,  to  wipe  away  their  tears  ; 
He  lives,  their  mansions  to  prepare  ; 
He  lives,  to  bring  them  safely  there. 

Ye  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears  ; 
Dismiss  your  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  ; 
With  cheerful  hope  your  hearts  revive. 
For  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 

His  saints  he  loves,  and  never  leaves  ; 
The  contrite  sinner  he  receives  : 
Abundant  grace  will  he  aft'ord, 
Till  all  are  present  with  the  Lord. 


138  L.  M. 

He  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives  ! 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
And  now.  before  his  Father.  God, 
He  pleads  the  virtue  of  his  blood. 

Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

Hence,  then,  you  dark,  despairing  thoughts  ; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
His  powerful  intercessions  rise  ; 
And  gailt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

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Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend, 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend  ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 
For  thou  dost  plead,  and  must  prevail. 


THE  WORD  OF  GOD. 


139  L.  M. 

1  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory.  Lord  ; 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

'  And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess  ; 
But,  lo.  the  volum©  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest. 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

4  The  Sun  of  Ptighteousness,  arose — 

Blessed  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light : 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise  ; 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 
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140  S.  M. 

1  Behold,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes,  ^ 

It  spreads  diviner  light  ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs. 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just  ! 
For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
0  may  I  never  read  in  vain. 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 


141  CM 

0  bow  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 

'Tis  daily  my  delight. 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 

My  eyes  anticipate  the  day. 

To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away, 

To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 
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THE    WORD    OF    GOD. 

3  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind, 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver,  well  refined, 

Nor  heaps  of  shining  gold, 

4  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  elevate  my  praise. 


142  CM. 

1  The  thirsty  earth  receives  the  rain. 

And  drinks  the  cooling  showers  ; 
Fresh  verdure  re-adorns  the  plain. 
And  wakes  the  drooping  flowers. 

2  The  blushing  mead,  the  fertile  field, 

■Shall  be  with  blessings  filled  ; 
And  seed  to  him  in  plenty  yield, 
Who  has  its  bosom  tilled. 

3  The  living  word  of  life  divine 

Its  conquests  shall  extend. 

Let  every  heart,  in  every  clime, 

In  sweet  submission  bend. 

4  Uninterrupted  praise  shall  flow 

From  every  Christian's  tongue. 
And  psalms  and  hymns  by  all  below 
In  choral  strains  be  sung. 

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THE    WORD    OF    GOD. 

143  CM. 

1  "What  glovj  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ! 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  His  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

His  gracious  light  and  heat  ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise  ; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  paths  of  truth  and  love  ; 
Till  glory  break  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above, 

144  CM. 

1  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
In  every  sacred  page. 

2  Here  living  water  gently  flows, 

To  wash  me  from  my  sin  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

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THE    WORD    OF    GOD. 

3  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  sense  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

4  May  thy  wise  counsels,  0  my  God, 

These  roving  feet  command, 
Lest  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 


145  CM. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ; 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

■Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Kiches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows. 

And  yields  a  rich  repast  ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  study  and  delight  ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

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THE    U'ORD    OF    GOD. 


Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near  : 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 

And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


1  46  L.  P.  M. 

1  How  precious,  Lord,  thy  holy  word  ! 
"What  light  and  joy  its  truths  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distressed ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  our  doubtful  way, 
Thy  love  forbids  our  feet  to  stray  ; 

Thy  promise  leads  our  hearts  to  rest, 

2  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law. 
The  jDcrfect  rules  of  life  we  draw  ; 

These  are  our  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  past 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Thy  threatenings  wake  our  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  us  where  our  danger  lies ; 

But  'tis  thy  holy  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  the  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  the  soul,  subdues  our  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 
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THE    WORD    OF    GOD. 

147  CM. 

1  Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

My  lasting  heritage  ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  histories  of  thy  love 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight. 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown. 

Where  springs  of  life  arise  ; 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest  ; 
Our  fairest  hopes  beyond  the  grave. 
And  our  eternal  rest. 

148  C.  M. 

1  Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join 

To  form  one  perfect  book : 
Great  God,  if  once  compared  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiven, 

Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 

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THE    WORD    OF    GOD. 

0  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace. 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  : 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

1 49  C  M 

1  IIow  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That?guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night. 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiser  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

150  CM. 

1   Thy  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light, 
Thy  testimonies  sure  ; 
The  statutes  of  tliy  realm  are  right. 
And  thy  commandment  pure. 
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THE    WORD   OF    GOD. 

2  Let  these,  0  Grod,  my  mind  instruct, 

And  make  thy  servant  wise  : 

Let  tliese  be  gladness  to  my  ears, 

The  dayspring  to  mine  eyes. 

3  By  these  may  I  be  warned  betimes  ; 

Who  knows  the  guile  within  ? 
Lord,  save  me  from  presumptuous  crimes, 
Cleanse  me  from  secret  sin. 

4  So  may  the  words  my  lips  express, 

The  thoughts  that  throng  my  mind, 
0  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 
With  thee  acceptance  find. 


151  C.  M. 

1  Happy  the  children  of  the  Lord, 

.  Who.  walking  in  his  sight, 
Make  all  the  precepts  of  his  word 
Their  study  and  delight. 

2  That  precious  wealth  shall  be  their  dower 
'    Which  cannot  know  decay, 

Which  moth  or  rust  shall  ne'r  devour. 
Nor  spoiler  take  away. 

3  For  them  that  heavenly  light  shall  spread. 

Whose  cheering  rays  illume 
The  darkest  hours  of  life,  and  shed 
A  halo  round  the    tomb. 

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THE    WORD    OF    GOD. 


Their  works  of  piety  and  love, 

Performed  tlirough  Christ  their  Lord, 
Forever  registered  above, 

Shall  meet  a  sure  reward. 


152  L.  M. 

1  Join  all  you  servants  of  the  Lord, 
To  praise  him  for  his  sacred  word. — 
That  word  like  manna,  sent  from  heaven, 
To  all  who  seek  it  freely  given : 

Its  promises  our  fears  remove, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  love. 

2  It  tells  us,  though  oppressed  with  cares, 
The  God  of  mercy  hears  our  prayers  ; 
Though  steep  and  rough  the  appointed  way, 
His  mighty  arm  shall  be  our  stay  ; 
Though  deadly  foes  assail  our  peace, 

His  power  shall  bid  their  malice  cease. 

3  It  tells  who  first  inspired  our  breath, 
And  who  redeemed  our  souls  from  death  ; 
It  tells  of  grace,  grace  freely  given, 
And  shows  the  path  to  God  and  heaven : 
0  bless  we  then  our  gracious  Lord, 

For  all  the  treasures  of  his  word ! 
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153  L.  M. 

1  God,  ill  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known  ; 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts 
Its  influ'nce  makes  the  sinner  live ; 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

3  Our  raging  passions  it  controls. 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  in  view, 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

4  May  this  blest  vplume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye, 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

154  L.  M. 

1  Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King, 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring ; 
My  knee  with  humble  homage  bow ; 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above  ; 
But  in  thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

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3  There  what  delightful  truths  I  read! 
There  I  behold  the  Saviour  bleed  ; 
His  name  salutes  my  listening  ear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  checks  my  fear. 

4  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrow  cease, 

And  gives  my  laboring  conscience  peace ; 
There  lifts  my  grateful  passions  high. 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

5  For  love  like  this,  0,  let  my  song. 
Through  endless  years,  thy  praise  prolong, 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 

Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 


155  L.  M. 

1  Let  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord ; 
Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down, 
And  stored  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 

Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  ; 
With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands ! 
Thy  promises,  how  firm  they  be  ! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  stand ! 
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Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 
Assault  my  faith  with  treacherous  art, 

I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 


156  S.  M. 

1  0  Lord,  thy  perfect  word 

Directs  our  steps  aright ; 
Nor  can  all  other  books  afford 
Such  profit  or  delight. 

2  Celestial  light  it  sheds, 

To  cheer  this  vale  below  ; 
To  distant  lands  its  glory  spreads, 
And  streams  of  mercy  flow. 

3  True  wisdom  it  i«iparts  ; 

Commands  our  hope  and  fear ; 
0,  may  we  hide  it  in  our  hearts. 
And  feel  its  influence  there. 


157  L.  M. 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 
The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word ; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire. 
And  warm  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 
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THE    WORD    OF    GOD. 

2  Great  God,  my  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  all  the  pages  of  thy  book  ; 

There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 
And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 

3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind  : 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure  ; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  must  endure 


158  U's. 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  you  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  has  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  7 

2  In  ev'ry  condition  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  ab«ounding  in  vrealth  ; 
At  home,  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
As  your  days  may  demand,  so  your  succour 

shall  be. 

3  Fear  not — I  am  with  you  ;  0  be  not  dismay'd  ! 
I,  I  am  your  God.  and  will  still  give  you  aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  you,  help  you,  and  cause  you 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 
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THE    WORD    OF    GOD. 

When  through  the  deep  waters  I  cause  you 

logo, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  you  o'erflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  you  your  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  you  your  deepest  distress. 

When  through  fiery  trials  your  pathway  shall 

lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  your  supply  : 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  you  ;  I  only  design 
Your  dross  to  consume,  and  your  gold  to  re- 
fine. 

E'en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And    when    hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 
■      borne. 

The  soul  that  on  Jesus  has  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  cannot  desert  to  his  foes  ; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 

to  shake, 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake  ! 

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FAITH. 


159  CM. 

1  Faith  adds  new  cliarms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  us  from  its  snares  ; 
It  yields  support  in  all  our  toils, 
And  softens  all  our  cares. 

S  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 
The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Unveiling  wide  the  heavenly  world, 

Where  endless  pleasures  reign, 
It  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 

4  Faith  shows  the  promise  fully  sealed 

With  our  redeemer's  blood  ; 
It  helps  our  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There,  still  unshaken,  would  we  rest, 

Till  this  frail  body  dies, 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wing, 
To  endless  glory  rise. 
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160  S.  H.  M. 

1  Faith  is  the  Christian's  prop, 

Whereon  his  sorrows  lean  ; 
It  is  the  substance  of  his  hope, 

His  proof  of  things  unseen  ; 
It  is  the  anchor  of  his  soul 
When  tempests  rage  and  billows  roll. 

2  Faith  is  the  polar  star 

That  guides  the  Christian's  way, 
Directs  his  wand'rings  from  afar 

To  realms  of  endless  day  ; 
It  points  the  course  where'er  he  roam, 
And  safely  leads  the  pilgrim  home. 

3  Faith  is  the  rainbow's  form 

Hung  on  the  brow  of  heaven. 
The  glory  of  the  passing  storm, 

The  pledge  of  mercy  given  ; 
It  is  the  bright,  triumphal  arch, 
Through  which  the  saints  to  glory  march. 

4  The  faith  that  works  by  love. 

And  purifies  the  heart, 
A  fortaste  of  the  joys  above 
To  mortals  can  impart ; 
It  bears  us  through  this  earthly  strife, 
And  triumphs  in  immortal  life. 

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FAITH. 

161  CM.      - 

1  Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 

Of  things  beyond  our  sight  ; 
It  pierces  through  the  veil  of  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  world  was  made 

By  Grod's  almighty  word  ; 
We  know  the  heavens  and  earth  shall  fade, 
And  be  again  restored. 

4  Abrah'm  obeyed  the  Lord's  command, 

From  his  own  country  driven  ; 
By  faith  he  sought  a  promised  land, 
But  found  his  rest  in  heaven. 

5  Thus  through  life's  pilgrimage  we  stray, 

The  promise  in  our  eye  ; 
By  faith  we  walk  the  narrow  way, 
That  leads  to  joy  on  high. 

162  C.  M. 

1   0  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ! — 
142 


2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 

But  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 

Will  lean  upon  its  God  ; — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; — 

4  That  bares,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ; 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile  ; — 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray, 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 


163  L.  M. 

1  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

143 


REPENTANCE. 


3  "With  joy  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 


REPENTANCE. 


164  CM. 

1  Eepent!  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

Nor  longer  dare  delay  ; 
The  wretch,  that  scorns  the  mandate,  dies. 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men, 
His  heralds  are  despatched  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  The  summons  reach  through  all  the  earth  , 

Let  earth  attend  and  fear  : 

Listen,  you  men  of  royal  birth, 

And  let  your  vassals  hear  ! 

4  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess ; 
Embrace  the  blessed  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 
144 


REPENTANCE. 


Amazing  love  !  that  yet  will  call, 
And  yet  prolong  our  days  ; 

Our  hearts,  subdu'd  by  goodness,  fall, 
We  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 


165  6s.  &  8s. 

1  Repent,  and  be  immers'd, 

Says  your  redeeming  Lord ; 
You  all  are  now  assur'd 

That  'tis  your  Saviour's  word. 
Arise  !  arise  without  delay, 
And  his  divine  command  obey. 

2  You  sin-convicted  lace. 

Now  fall  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
.  He'll  save  you  through  his  grace- 
Come,  to  his  will  submit; 
And  be  immers'd  without  delay — 
0  come  and  wash  your  sins  away  ! 

3  Come,  you  believing  train. 

No  more  this  truth  withstand  ; 
No  longer  think  it  vain 
To  honor  God's  command  ; 
But  haste,  arise,  without  delay. 
And  come  and  wash  your  sins  away. 
13  145 


IMMERSION. 

4  Jesus!  thou  Prince  of  Peace! 

To  thy  great  name  we  pray  ; 
May  converts  to  thy  grace 

This  ordinance  obey  ; 
And  may  thy  love  their  souls  allure, 
Their  peace  and  pardon  to  secure  ! 


IMMKRSIOX. 


166  L.  M. 

1  Come,  happy  souls,  adore  the  Lord, 
Who  loved  our  race  e'er  time  began. 
Who  veiled  his  Godhead  in  our  clay. 
And  in  an  humble  manger  lay. 

2  To  Jordan's  stream  the  Spirit  led, 

To  mark  the  path  his  saints  should  tread; 
With  joy  they  trace  the  sacred  way. 
To  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

3  Baptized  by  John  in  Jordan's  wave, 
The  Saviour  left  his  watery  grave ; 
Heaven  owned  the  deed,  approved  the  way, 
And  blessed  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

146 


IMMERSION. 


Come,  all  who  love  his  precious  name, 
Come,  tread  his  steps,  and  learn  of  him; 
Happy  beyond  expression  they 
Who  find  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 


167  CM. 

1  Buried  beneath  the  yielding  wave 

The  great  Redeemer  lies  ; 
Faith  views  him  in  the  watery  grave, 
And  thence  beholds  him  rise. 

2  Thus  do  repenting  souls,  to-day, 

Their  ardent  zeal  express. 
And,  in  the  Lord's  appointed  way, 
Fulfil  all  righteousness. 

3  "With  joy  we  in  his  footsteps  tread, 

And  would  his  cause  maintain, — 
.    Like  him  be  numbered  with  the  dead, 
And  with  him  rise  and  reign. 

4  His  presence  oft  revives  our  hearts, 

And  drives  our  fears  away ; 
When  he  commands,  and  strength  imparts, 
We  cheerfully  obey. 

5  Now  we,  blest  Saviour,  would  to  thee 

Our  grateful  voices  raise  ; 
Washed  in  the  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Our  lives  shall  all  be  praise. 

147 


IMMERSION. 


168  L.  M. 


1  Our  Saviour  plunged  beneath  the  wave, 
Thus  meekly  sought  a  watery  grave  ; 
Come,  see  the  saered  path  he  trod — 

A  path  well  pleasing  to  our  God. 

2  His  voice  we  hear,  his  footsteps  trace. 
And  hither  come  to  seek  his  face, 

To  do  his  will,  to  feel  his  love. 

And  join  our  songs  with  songs  above. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  divine  ! 

Let  endless  glories  round  him  shine; 
High  o'er  the  heavens  forever  reign, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 


169  L.  M. 

1  Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 
That  we  are  buried  with  the  Lord  ? 
Baptized  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin  ? 

2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Raised  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death; 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 

And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 
148 


IMMERSION. 

No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign 
Within  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 
The  various  lusts  we  served  before 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 


170  C.  M. 

1  'Tis  Grod  the  Father  we  adore 

In  this  baptismal  sign  ; 
'Tis  he  whose  voice  on  Jordan's  shore 
Proclaimed  the  Son  divine. 

2  The  Father  owned  him  ;  let  our  breath 

In  answering  praise  ascend, 
As  in  the  image  of  his  death 
We  owe  our  heavenly  Friend. 

3  We  seek  the  consecrated  grave 

Along  the  path  he  trod : 
Receive  us  in  the  hallowed  wave, 
Thou  holy  Son  of  God. 

4  Let  earth  and  heaven  our  zeal  record, 

And  future  witness  bear. 
That  we  to  Zion's  mighty  Lord 
Our  full  allegiance  swear. 

5  0  that  our  conscious  souls  may  own, 

With  joy's  serene  survey. 
Inscribed  upon  his  judgment  throne, 
The  transcript  of  this  day. 
13*  14» 


IMMERSION. 

171  8s.  &  7s. 

1  Humble  souls,  who  seek  salvation 

Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
Hear  the  voice  of  revelation  ; 
Tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod. 

2  Hear  the  blest  Redeemer  call  you ; 

Listen  to  his  heavenly  voice ; 
Dread  no  ills  that  can  befall  you, 

While  you  make  his  ways  your  choice. 

3  Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing, 

Follow  him  without  delay, 
Gladly  his  command  embracing  ; 
Lo !  your  Captain  leads  the  way. 

172  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  Thou  hast  said,  exalted  Saviour, 

'•  Take  thy  cross  and  follow  me ;" 
Shall  the  word  with  terror  seize  us? 
Shall  we  from  the  burden  flee  ? 

Lord.  I'll  take  it, 
And,  rejoicing,  follow  thee. 

2  While  this  liquid  tomb  surveying, 

Emblem  of  my  Saviour's  grave, 
Shall  I  shun  its  brink,  betraying 
Feelings  worthy  of  a  slave  ? 

No  !  I'll  enter  : 
Jesus  entered  Jordan's  wave. 
150 


IMMERSION. 

3  Blest  the  sign  whicli  thus  reminds  mc, 

Saviour,  of  thy  love  for  me  ; 
But  more  blest  the  love  that  binds  me 
In  its  deathless  bonds  to  thee : 

0,  what  pleasure, 
Buried  with  mj  Lord  to  be ! 

4  Should  it  rend  some  fond  connectioUj 

Should  I  suffer  shame  or  loss, 

Yet  the  fragrant,  blest  reflection, 

I  have  been  where  Jesus  was, 

Will  revive  me 
When  I  faint  beneath  the  cross. 

5  Fellowship  with  him  possessing, 

Let  me  die  to  earth  and  sin  ; 
Let  me  rise  t'  enjoy  the  blessing 
Which  the  faithful  soul  shall  win  : 

May  I  ever 
Follow  where  my  Lord  has  been. 

1T3  8s.  &  7s. 

1  Saviour,  mighty  King  in  Zion, 

Thou  alone  our  Gruide  shall  be : 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on  ; 
We  would  follow  none  but  thee. 

2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 

And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave, 

We,  who  know  thy  great  salvation, 

Are  baptized  beneath  the  wave. 

151 


IMMERSION. 


Fearless  of  the  world's  despising, 
We  the  ancient  path  pursue, 

Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 


174  L.  M. 

1  Descending  down  into  the  flood, 

We  his  great  sufF'rings  there  behold, 
Who  in  deep  waters  for  us  stood, 
While  floods  of  wrath  upon  him  roll'd. 

2  And  when  beneath  the  waters  laid. 
Our  breath  suspended  in  their  womb, 
AVe  call  to  mind  how  Jesus  died, 
And  buried  lay  within  the  tomb. 

3  As  from  the  wat'ry  grave  we  rise 

We  see  him  from  death's  prison  freed, 
Discharg'd  from  sin,  crowu'd  with  the  prize 
Of  endless  life  for  all  his  seed. 

4  This  sign  does  to  our  faith  declare 
Our  part  in  him  who  once  was  dead  ; 
For  into  death  immers'd  we  are, 
And  with  him  buried  as  our  head. 

5  And  as  the  Father's  glorious  power 
Did  life  eternal  to  him  give. 

So  by  this  pledge  he  makes  us  sure 
That  as  he  lives  we'll  also  live. 
152 


IMMERSION. 


175  CM. 

1  Proclaim,  says  Christ,  my  wondrous  grace 

To  all  the  sons  of  men ; 
He  that  believes  and  is  immers'd, 
Salvation  shall  obtain. 

2  Let  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those, 

Who,  hoping  in  his  word, 
This  day  have  publicly  declar'd 
That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 

3  With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance, 

And  run  the  Christian  race  ; 
And  through  the  troubles  of  the  way, 
Find  all-sufficient  grace. 


176  L.  M. 

1  Come,  you  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Come  and  obey  the  sacred  word : 
He  died  and  rose  again  for  you — 
What  more  could  your  Redeemer  do  ? 

2  We  to  this  place  have  come  to  show 
What  we  to  boundless  mercy  owe  ; 
The  Saviour's  footsteps  to  explore, 
And  tred  the  path  he  trod  before. 

153 


IMMERSION. 


Almighty  Lord,  be  gracious  still, 
Thy  ancient  promise  to  fulfil, 
That  they  who  on  thy  name  believe 
May  peace  and  pardon  here  receive. 


17  7  L.  M. 

1  The  great  Redeemer  we  adore, 
Who  came. the  lost  to  seek  and  save  ; 
Went  humbly  down  from  Jordan's  shore, 
To  find  a  tomb  beneath  the  wave. 

2  With  thee  into  thy  wat'ry  tomb, 
Lord,  'tis  our  glory  to  descend  ; 

'Tis  wond'rous  grace  that  gives  us  room, 
To  lie  interr'd  by  such  a  friend  ! 

3  Yet  as  the  yielding  waves  give  way. 
To  let  us  see  the  light  again ; 

So  on  thy  resurrection  day, 

The  bands  of  death  prov'd  weak  and  vain. 

Thus  when  thou  shalt  again  appear, 
The  gates  of  death  shall  open  wide  ; 
Our  dust  thy  pow'rful  voice  shall  hear. 
Shall  rise  and  triumph  at  thy  side. 
154 


IMMERSION. 

17  8  8s.  8s.  6s. 

Thus  it  became  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  thus  should  all  the  favor'd  race, 

High  heav'n's  command  fulfil : 
For  that  the  condescending  Lord 
Should  lead  his  follow'rs  through  the  flood, 

Was  heav'n's  eternal  will. 

And  shall  we  ever  dare  despise 
The  gracious  mandate  of  the  skies, 

AVhere  condescending  Heav'n, 
To  sinful  man's  apostate  race, 
In  matchless  love,  and  boundless  grace. 

His  will  reveal'd  has  giv'n  ? 


Thou  everlasting  gracious  King, 
Assist  us  now  thy  grace  to  sing  ; 

And  still  direct  our  way 
To  those  bright  realms  of  peace  and  rest. 
Where  all  thy  saints  are  truly  blest, 

With  one  great  choral  day. 


179  L.  M. 

1   Great  God,  we  in  thy  courts  appear, 
With  humble  joy  and  holy  fear. 
Thy  wise  injunctions  to  obey  ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  hail  the  day  ! 

155 


IMMERSION. 

In  thy  assembly  here  we  stand, 
Obedient  to  thy  great  command  ; 
The  sacred  flood  is  full  in  view, 
And  thy  sweet  voice  invites  us  through. 

The  Word,  the  Spirit,  and  the  Bride, 
Must  not  invite  and  be  deny'd  ; 
Was  not  the  Lord,  who  came  to  save, 
Interr'd  in  such  a  liquid  grave  ? 

Thus  we,  dear  Saviour,  own  thy  name, 
Receive  us  rising  from  the  stream  ; 
Then  to  thy  table  let  us  come, 
And  dwell  in  Zion  as  our  home. 


180  L.  M. 

1  See  how  repenting  sinners  trace 

The  path  their  great  Redeemer  trod  ! 
And  follow  through  his  liquid  grave, 
The  meek,  the  lowly,  Son  of  God  ! 

2  Here  they  renounce  their  former  deeds, 
And  to  a  heav'nly  life  aspire  ; 

Their  rags  for  glorious  robes  exchang'd 
They  shine  in  clean  and  bright  attire  ! 

8   0  sacred  rite,  by  thee  the  name, 
Of  Jesus  we  to  own  begin  : 
This  is  our  resurrection's  pledge. 
Pledge  of  the  pardon  of  our  sin. 
156 


PARDON. 


Glory  to  God  on  high  be  giv'n, 
Who  shows  his  grace  to  siuful  men  ; 
Let  saints  on  earth,  and  hosts  in  heav'tt. 
In  concert  join  their  loud  Amen. 


PARDON. 


181  L.  M. 

1  What  mean  these  jealousies  and  fears? 
As  if  the  Lord  was  loth  to  save, 

Or  lov'd  to  see  us  drench'd  in  tears, 
Or  sink  with  sorrow  to  the  grave. 

2  Does  he  want  slaves  to  grace  his  throne? 
Or  rules  he  by  an  iron  rod  1 

Loves  he  the  deep  despairing  groan  ? 
Is  he  a  tyrant,  or  a  God  ? 

3  Not  all  the  sins  which  we  have  wrought. 
So  much  his  tender  mercies  grieve, 

As  this  unkind,  injurious  thought, 
That  he's  unwilling  to  forgive. 

4  Lord,  'tis  amazing  grace  we  own, 
And  well  may  rebel  worms  surprise  ; 
But  was  not  thy  incarnate  Son 

A  most  amazing  sacrifice  ? 

14  157 


''  I've  found  a  ransom,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  No  humble  penitent  shall  die  ;" 
Lord,  we  would  now  believe  thy  word. 
And  thy  unbounded  mercies  try  ! 


182  L.  M.  6s. 

1  Great  God  of  wonders  !  all  thy  ways 

Are  matchless,  godlike,  and  divine  : 
But  the  fair  glories  of  thy  grace, 

More  godlike  and  unrivall'd  shine  : 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  1 

2  Crimes  of  such  horror  to  forgive, 

Such  guilty  daring  worms  to  spare ; 
This  is  thy  grand  prerogative, 

And  none  shall  in  the  honor  share  : 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  '? 
Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  1 

3  Ano;els  and  man  resisjn  their  claim 

To  pity,  mercy,  love,  and  grace, 
These  glories  crown  Jehovah's  name 

With  an  incomparable  blaze  : 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 
158 


PARDON. 

In  wonder  lost  with  trembling  joy, 
We  take  the  pardon  of  our  God, 

Pardon  for  crimes  of  deepest  die  ; 
A  pardon  seal'd  with  Jesus'  blood  : 

Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 

Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  1 

0  may  this  strange,  this  matchless  grace, 

This  godlike  miracle  of  love. 
Fill  the  wide  earth  with  grateful  praise, 

And  all  the  angelic  choirs  above  : 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 


183  L.  M. 

1  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heav'n — 
The  new-born  joy  of  sins  forgiv'n  ! 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
0  angels  !  never  dimm'd  your  sight. 

2  You  saw  of  old  on  chaos  rise 
The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies  ; 
You  know  where  morn  exulting  springs, 
And  ev'ning  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

3  Bright  heralds  of  th'  Eternal  Will, 
Abroad  his  errands  3'ou  fulfil  ; 

Or,  thron'd  in  floods  of  b^amy  day, 
Symphonious  in  his  presence  play. 

159 


PARDOX. 

4  Loud  is  tlie  song — the  heav'nly  plain 
Is  shaken  with  the  choral  strain  ; 
And  dying  echoes,  floating  far, 
Draw  music  from  each  chiming  star. 

5  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  shall  be  mine 
You  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 
A  secret  cord  that  mine  will  bear. 


184  L.  M. 

1  Forgivness  !  'tis  a  joyful  sound 
To  malefactors  doom'd  to  die  ; 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around  ; 
You  seraphs,  shout  it  from  the  sky  ! 

2  'Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine  ; 
'Tis  full,  outmeasuring  ev'ry  crime  ; 
Unclouded  shall  its  glories  shine, 
And  feel  no  change  by  changing  time. 


3  For  this  stupendous  love  of  Heav'n, 
What  grateful  honors  shall  we  show  ! 
Where  much  transgression  is  forgiv'n 
Let  love  in  equal  ardors  glow. 

4  By  this  inspir'd,  let  all  our  days 
With  gospel  holiness  be  crown'd  ; 

Let  truth  and  goodness,  prayer  and  praise, 
In  all  abide,  in  all  abound. 
160 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 


185  L.  M. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Lord's  day  is  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blessed. 

2  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise. 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
"Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  pious  duties  let  the  day, 

In  joyous  pleasures,  pass  away  ; 

How  sweet  a  Lord's  day  thus  to  spend, 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 


186  L.  M. 

Lord  of  this  sabbath,  hear  our  vows, 
On  this  thy  day,  in  this  thy  house ; 
And  let  our  songs  and  worship  rise 
Like  grateful  incense  to  the  skies. 

14*  161 


THE    LORD'S    BAY. 

2  Thy  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  and  with  strong  desire. 

3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues, 

4  No  rude  alarms,  no  raging  foes, 
To  interrupt  the  long  repose ; 

No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun. 
To  veil  the  bright,  eternal  noon. 


187  C.  M. 

1  This  is  the  day  the  first  ripe  sheaf 

Before  the  Lord  was  wav'd, 
And  Christ,  first-fruits  of  them  that  slept, 
Was  from  the  dead  receiv'd. 

2  He  rose  for  them  for  whom  he  died. 

That,  like  to  him,  they  may 
Rise  when  he  comes,  in  glory  great, 
That  ne'er  shall  pass  away. 

3  This  day  the  Christian  church  began, 

Form'd  by  his  wondrous  grace; 
This  day  the  saints  in  concord  meet. 
To  join  in  prayer  and  praise. 
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THE    LORD'S    DAY. 

4  To  nourish  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 

His  death  they  do  show  forth. 
His  resurrection  they  record, 
And  glory  in  his  worth. 

5  This  joyful  day  let  us  observe  ; 

Redemption's  work  is  done  ; 
The  Jewish  Sabbaths  are  no  more ; 
The  earthly  rest  is  gone. 


188  CM. 

1  The  Saviour  ris'n  to-day  we  praise, 

In  concert  with  the  blest ; 
For  now  we  see  his  work  complete, 
And  enter  into  rest. 

2  On  this  first  day  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glory  was  display'd 
By  the  Creating  Word,  than  when 
The  universe  was  made. 

3  He  rises  who  mankind  has  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme  : 
'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  naught, 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

4  How  vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ! 
\  Naught  can  forbid  his  rise  : 

I      'Tis  he  who  shuts  the  gates  of  hell, 
And  opens  Paradise. 


THE    LORD'S    DAY. 


Let  US,  his  righteousness  disclose 
His  death  and  rising  show ; 

Till  he  return  to  banish  woes, 
And  bless  his  saints  below. 


189  G.  M. 

1  This  is  the. day  the  Lord  hath  made ; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  came  to  men 

AYith  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  came  in  G-od  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

3  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strain 

The  saints  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
And  when  in  heaven  with  him  we  reign, 
We'll  render  nobler  praise. 


190  CM. 

1   Come  let  us  join  with  one  accord, 
In  hymns  around  the  throne ; 
This  is  the  day  our  risen  Lord 
Hath  made  and  call'd  his  owa. 
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THE    lord's    day. 

2  This  is  fhe  day  whicli  God  hath  blest, 

The  brightest  of  the  seven, 

Type  of  that  everlasting  rest, 

The  saints  enjoy  in  heaven. 

3  Then  let  us  in  his  name  sing  on. 

And  hasten  to  that  day, 
When  our  Redeemer  shall  come  down, 
And  shadows  pass  away. 

4  Not  one,  but  all  our  days  below. 

Our  hearts  his  praise  employ; 
And  in  our  Lord  rejoicing  go 
To  his  eternal  joy. 


191  7s 

Safely  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  all  a  blessing  seek. 
Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day ; 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  blest  Redeemer's  name ; 

Show  thy  reconciling  face — 
Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free. 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

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THE    lord's    day. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise, 

•*  Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near; 
Mav  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear  : 
Here,  afford  us.  Lord,  a  taste, 
Of  our  everlasting  rest. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners. — comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  to  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  our  worship  prove, 
Till  we  join  thy  courts  above. 


192  L.  M. 

1  This  day  the  Lord  hath  called  his  own, 

0,  let  us,  then,  his  praise  declare. 
Fix  our  desires  on  him  alone, 

And  seek  his  face  with  fervent  prayer. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  love  we  would  rejoice, 

Which  bids  the  burdened  soul  be  free. 
And,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Devote  these  sacred  hours  to  thee. 

3  Now  let  the  world's  delusive  things 

No  more  our  grovelling  thoughts  employ, 
"But  Faith  be  taught  to  stretch  her  wings. 
In  search  of  heaven's  unfailing  joy. 
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THE    lord's    day. 

4  0,  let  these  earthly  sabbaths.  Lord. 
Be  to  our  lasting  welfare  blest ; 
The  purest  comfort  here  aiFord, 
And  fit  us  for  eternal  rest. 

193  L.  M. 

1  When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 

Man  comes  to  meet  his  Maker,  God, 
What  rites,  what  honors  shall  he  pay? 
How  spread  his  sovereign  name  abroad. 

2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 

Shall  curling  clouds  of  incense  rise, 
And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands,  deck 
The  costly  pomp  of  sacrifice? 

3  Vain,  sinful  man  !  creation's  Lord 

Thy  golden  offerings  well  may  spare  ; 
But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shalt  find 
Here  dwells  a  God  who  heareth  prayer. 

194  10s. 

1   Hail,  happy  day!  thou  day  of  holy  rest ! 
What  heavenly  peace  and  transport  fill  my 

breast 
When  Christ,  the  Lord  of  grace,  in  love  de- 
scends, 
And    kindly    holds    communion    with     his 
friends ! 

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THE    lord's   day. 

» 

2  Let  earth  and  all  its  vanities  be  gone, 
Move  from  my  sight  and  leave  my  soul  alone  ; 
Its  flattering,  fading  glories  I  despise, 

And  to  immortal  beauties  turn  my  eyes. 

3  Fain  would  I  mount  and  penetrate  the  skies, 
And  on  my  Saviour's  glories  fix  my  eyes : 
O,  meet  my  rising  soul,  thou  Lord  of  love, 
And  waft  it  to  the  blissful  realms  above. 


195  S.  M. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  0  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing. 
To  praise  and  pray,  to  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring  ; — 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell, 
And.  when  approach  the  shades  of  night. 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell ; — 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice, 
~    "With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 

Be  every  sabbath  given. 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 
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19G  S  M. 

1  Hail  to  the  peaceful  day ! — 

The  day  divinely  given, 
When  men  to  God  their  homage  pay, 
And  earth  draws  near  to  heaven. 

2  Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour. 

Within  thy  courts  we  bend, 
And  bless  thy  love,  and  own  thy  power, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

3  But  thou  art  not  alone 

In  courts  by  mortals  trod  ; 
Nor  only  is  the  day  thine  own 
When  man  draws  near  to  Grod. 

4  Thy  temple  is  the  aroh 

Of  yon  unmeasured  sky, 
Thy  sabbath,  the  stupendous  march 
Of  grand  eternity. 

5  Lord,  may  that  holier  day 

Dawn  on  thy  servants'  sight ; 
And  purer  worship  may  we  pay 
In  heaven's  unclouded  light. 

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THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


197  CM. 

1  Let  vain  pursuits  and  vain  desires 

Be  banished  from  the  heart, 
The  Saviour's  love  fill  every  breast. 
And  light  and  life  impart. 

2  He  knew  how  frail  our  nature  is, 

Our  souls  how  apt  to  stray; 
How  much  we  need  his  gracious  help 
To  keep  us  in  the  way  ! 

3  These  faithful  pledges  of  his  love 

His  mercy  did  ordain. 
To  bring  refreshment  to  our  souls, 
And  faith  and  hope  sustain. 

4  Since  such  his  condescending  grace, 

Let  us  with  hearts  sincere, 
Obedient  to  his  holy  will, 
His  table  now  draw  near. 

5  And  while  we  join  to  celebrate 

The  sufl'erings  of  our  Lord, 
May  we  perceive  new  grace  and  power 
'T  obey  his  holy  word. 
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198  L.  M. 

1  'Twas  on  that  dark,  everxtful  night, 

When  all  the  powers  of  earth  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  he  was  left  alone  with  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began. 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed,  and  broke  ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spoke  ! 

3  In  memory  of  your  dying  Lord, 

Do  this,  he  said,  till  time  shall  end  ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Friend, 

4  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate  ; 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage-supper  of  the  Lamb. 

199  CM. 

1  0  Grod,  accept  the  sacred  hour 

Which  we  to  thee  have  given, 
And  let  this  hallowed  scene  have  power 
To  raise  our  thoughts  to  heaven. 

2  Still  let  us  hold,  till  life  departs, 

The  precepts  of  thy  Son, 
Nor  let  our  thoughtless,  thankless  hearts 
Forget  what  he  has  done. 

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3  His  true  disciples  may  we  live, 

Frorn  all  corruption  free, 
And  humbly  learn  like  him  to  give 
Our  powers,  our  wills  to  thee. 

4  And  oft  along  life's  dangerous  way. 

To  smooth  our  passage  through, 
Wilt  thou,  on  this  thy  holy  day, 
For  us  this  scene  renew. 


200  L.  M. 

1  When  I  survey  the  painful  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride ! 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  Lord  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Where  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

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THE    lord's    supper. 


201  C.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 

High  as  our  joys  arise, 
And  join  the  songs  above  the  sky, 
Where  pleasure  never  dies. 

2  Jesus  the  Lord  invites  us  here 

To  this  triumphal  feast, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down 
For  each  redeemed  guest. 

3  "  For  you.  the  children  of  my  love. 

It  was  for  you  I  died, 
Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
And  view  my  wounded  side. 

4  "  These  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore. 

The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
When  I  came  down  to  free  your  souls 
From  misery  and  chains. 

5  "  Now  you  must  triumph  at  my  feast, 

And  taste  my  flesh,  my  blood  ; 
And  live  eternal  ages  blest. 
And  eat  immortal  food." 

6  Victorious  Lord  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favors  so  divine  ! 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  to  thee, 
To  be  for  ever  thine. 

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THE    lord's    supper. 

202  L.  M. 

1  Worthy  is  He  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace,  that  groan'd  and  died ; 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

2  Power  and  dominion  are  His  due, 

Who  stood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar  ; 
Wisdom  belongs  to  Jesus  too, 
Though  he  was  charg'd  with  madness  here. 

3  Immortal  praises  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

4  Honor  for  ever  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  our  sin,  and  curse,  and  pain  ; 
Let  angels  bless  his  sacred  Name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen  ! 

203  L.  M. 

1  To  Jesus  our  exalted  Lord, 

(Dear  name,  by  heaven  ^nd  earth  adored  !) 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs  : 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

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THE    CHURCH. 

3  Yet  while  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  humbly  worship  at  his  feet ; 

O  let  our  warm  aifections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love  ! 

4  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid. 

To  see  thy  wondrous  love  displayed  ; 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful,  agonizing  j3ains. 

5  Let  humble  penitential  woe. 

With  painful,  pleasing  anguish,  flow  ; 
And  thy  forgiving  love  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 


THK  CHURCH. 


204  S.  M. 

Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thy  holy  ground, 

And  mark  the  building  well ; 

The  orders  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows  ; 

And  make  a  fair  report. 

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THE    CHURCH. 

3  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

4  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die, 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

205  S.  M. 

1  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great, 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand ! 

•  The  honors  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  distress  ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces  ! 

206  L.  M. 

1   God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
*     Foundations  for  his  heavenly  praise : 
He  likes  the  teuis  of  Jacob  well. 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 
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THE    CHURCH. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Ziou  told  ! 

*    Thou  city  of  our  Grod  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  Grod  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  or  nourish'd  there ! 


207  L.  M. 

1  Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand  ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen 
Like  a  young  cedar  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thy  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees 
Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

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THE    CHURCH. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive  :) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  true: 
None  that  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 


208  C.  M. 

1  Arise,  0  King  of  grace,  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest : 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes 
Still  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows  ; 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread: 

Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

3  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

4  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne. 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows. 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  kis  foes. 
17S 


THE    CHURCH. 

209  C.  M. 

1  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires  ; 

Oh  grant  me  my  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still. 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  : 
God  is  a  strong  pavillion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

210  SM 

1  How  honored  is  the  place. 

Where  we  adoring  stand, 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth. 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell: 
While  walls  of  strong  salvation  made. 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

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UNITY    OF    SPIRIT. 

3  Lift  up  th'  eternal  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling ; 

Enter,  you  nations  that  obey 

The  statutes  of  your  King. 

4  Here  taste  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  the  Saviour's  name. 
And  ventured  on  his  grace. 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  you  saints, 

And  banish  all  your  fears : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 


UNITY  OF  SPIRIT. 


211  S.  M. 

I   Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Througli  all  their  actions  run. 

^  Blest  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet.  ^ 

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UNITY    OF    SPIRIT. 

Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  poured  the  rich  perfume, 

The  oil  down  to  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  filled  the  room. 

Thus,  on  the  heavenly  hills 
The  saints  are  blest  above, 

Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

212  H.  M. 

1  How  beautiful  the  sight 
Of  brethren  who  agree 
In  friendship  to  unite. 
And  bonds  of  charity ; 

'Tis  like  the  precious  ointment,  shed 
O'er  all  his  robes,  from  Aaron's  head. 

2  'Tis  like  the  dews  that  fill 
The  cups  of  Hermon's  flowers ; 
Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill, 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers  ; 
When  mingling  odors  breathe  around. 
And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 

3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 
Blessings,  a  boundless  store. 
From  his  unsparing  hands, 
Yea,  life  for  evermore. 

Thrice  happy  they,  who  meet  above, 
To  spend  eternity  in  love. 

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UNITY    OF    SPIRIT. 


213  CM. 

1  Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Those  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love  ! 

2  Where  streams  of  bliss,  from  Christ  the  sjDring, 

Descend  to  every  soul; 
And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil.  divinely  blest, 

Which,  poured  on  Aaron's  head. 
Ran  down  his  beard,  perfumed  his  vest. 
And  round  its  fragrance  shed. 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews. 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill. 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil. 


214  S.  M. 

1  Let  party  names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread  ; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free. 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 
182 


UNITY    OF    SPIRIT. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Let  envy  and  ill  will 

Be  banished  far  away  ; 
Those  should  in  holy  friendship  dwell, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above ; 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  always  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


215  L.  M. 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  thafbinds, 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 

'How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are 
one  ! 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin  ! 

3  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 
When  nature  droops  her  sickening  fire  ; 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy — a  heaven  of  love. 

183 


UNITY    OF    SPIRIT. 

216  S.  M. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Oar  hearts  in  Christian  love  : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  When  we  assunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

4  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

5  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

217  L.  M. 

1   How  pleasant  to  our  hearts  to  see 
The  friends  of  Jesus  all  agree, 
To  sit  around  the  sacred  board 
As  members  of  one  common  Lord. 
184 


UNITY    OF    SPIRIT. 

2  Here  we  behold  the  dawn  of  bliss — 
Here  we  enjoy  the  Saviour's  grace — 
Here  we  behold  his  precious  blood, 
"Which  sweetly  pleads  for  us  with  Grod. 

3  "While  here  we  sit  we  would  implore 
That  love  may  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  all  the  saints,  like  us,  combine 

To  praise  the  Lord  in  songs  divine. 

4  To  all  we  freely  give  our  hand, 
Who  love  the  Lord  in  ev'ry  land  ; 
For  all  are  one  in  Christ  our  head, 
To  whom  be  endless  honors  paid. 


218  C.  M. 

1  The  glorious  universe  around, 

The  heavens  with  all  their  train, 
Sun,  moon  and  stars,  are  firmly  bound 
In  one  mysterious  chain. 

2  The  earth,  the  ocean,  and  the  sky 

To  form  one  world  agree  ; 
Where  all  that  walk,  or  swin,  or  fly, 
Compose  one  family. 

3  God  in  creation  thus  displays 

His  wisdom  and  his  might. 
While  all  his  works  with  all  his  ways 
Harmoniously  unite. 

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SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

4  In  one  fraternal  bond  of  love, 

One  fellowship  of  mind, 
The  saints  below  and  saints  above 
Their  bliss  and  glory  find. 

5  Here,  in  their  house  of  pilgrimage. 

Thy  statutes  are  their  song ; 
There,  through  one  bright,  eternal  age 
Thy  praises  they  prolong. 

6  Lord,  may  our  union  form  a  part 

Of  that  thrice  happy  whole  : 
Derive  its  pulse  from  thee  the  heart, 
Its  life  from  thee  the  soul. 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 


219  CM. 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thy  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 
186 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight  ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  has  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record ; 
Witness,  you  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


220  C.  M. 

1   How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say. 
In  Zion  let  us  all  appear 
And  keep  the  solemn  day. 

187 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

2  I  love  lier  gates.  I  love  the  road : 

The  church  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place. 

And  joy  a  constant  guest  ; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest  ! 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There,  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

221  P.M. 

1   How  pleased  and  bless'd  was  I, 

To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill. 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 
188 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne  ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there : 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinners  sad. 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait. 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest: 
The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows. 
Peace  to  this  sacred  house ! 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell : 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode. 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

189 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 


222  L.  M. 

1  Blest  hour,  when  mortal  man  retires 

To  hold  communion  with  his  God, 
To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 

2  Blest  hour,  when  earthly  cares  resign, 

Their  empire  o'er  his  anxious  breast, 
While,  all  around,  the  calm  divine 
Proclaims  the  holy  day  of  rest, 

3  Blest  hour,  when  Grod  himself  draws  nigh, 

Well  pleased  his  j^eople's  voice  to  hear, 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

4  Blest  hour  !  for,  where  the  Lord  resorts, 

Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given. 
And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 


223  H.  M. 

1   Lord  of  the  worlds  above. 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples,  are! 
To  thy  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 
190 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

2  0  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear! 
0  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still  ;  and  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length. 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears: 
0  glorious  seat,  when  God.  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet ! 


224  L.  M. 

1  How  pleasant,  how  divinel}"  fair, 
OLord  of  Hosts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  strong  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  Blest  are  the  saints  that  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  of  majest}^  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their-work  is  praise  and  love. 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
Here  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

191 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP 

4  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

(jrod  is  their  strength,  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  G'^d. 

5  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length, 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 


225  S.  M. 

How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord 


And  in  his  praises  join. 
With  saints  his  goodness  to  record, 
And  sing  his  power  divine ! 

2  These  seasons  of  delight 

The  dawn  of  glory  seem, 
Like  rays  of  pure,  celestial  light, 
Which  on  our  spirits  beam. 

3  0,  blest  assurance  this  ; 

Bright  morn  of  heavenly  day; 
Sweet  foretaste  of  eternal  bliss, 
That  cheers  the  pilgrim's  way. 

4  Thus  may  our  joys  increase, 

Our  love  more  ardent  grow, 
While  rich  supplies  of  Jesus'  grace 
Refresh  our  souls  below. 
192 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

5  But,  0,  the  bliss  sublime. 

When  joj  shall  be  complete, 

In  that  uncloLided.-glorious  clime 

Where  all  thy  servants  meet ! 

6  Then  shall  the  ransomed  throng 

The  Saviour's  love  record, 

And  shout  in  everlasting  song, 

"  Salvation  to  the  Lord  !" 


226  L.  M. 

1  Praise  waits  in  Zion.  Lord,  for  thee  j 

Thy  saints  adore  thy  holy  name  : 
Thy  creatures  bend  th'  obedient  knee, 
And,  humbly,  thy  protection  claim. 

2  Thy  hand  has  raised  us  from  the  dust ; 

The  breath  of  life  thy  spirit  gave  ; 
Where,  but  in  thee,  can  mortals  trust  ? 
Who,  but  oar  God,  has  power  to  save  1 

3  Eternal  source  of  truth  and  light. 

To  thee  we  look,  on  thee  we  call ; 
Lord,  we  are  nothing  in  thy  sight. 
But  thou  to  us  art  all  in  all. 

4  Still  may  thy  children  in  thy  word 

Their  common  trust  and  refuge  see; 
0,  bind  us  to  each  other.  Lord, 

By  one  great  tie, — the  love  of  thee. 

17  ia3 


SONS    OF    GOD. 

5  Here,  at  the  portal  of  thy  house, 

We  leave  our  mortal  hopes  and  fears ; 
Accept  our  prayer,  aud  bless  our  vows, 
And  dry  our  penitential  tears. 

6  So  shall  our  sun  of  hope  arise. 

With  brighter  still  and  brighter  ray, 
Till  thou  shalt  bless  our  longing  eyes 
With  beams  of  everlasting  day. 


SONS   OF  GOD. 


227  C.  M. 

Behold  th'  amazing  gift  of  love 

The  father  has  bestow'd 
On  us,  the  sons  of  sinful  men, 

To  call  us  sons  of  God. 

Conceal'd  as  yet  this  honor  lies, 
By  this  dark  world  unknown — 

A  world  that  knew  not  when  he  came, 
E'en  God's  beloved  Son. 
194 


SONS    OF    GOD. 

3  Higli  is  the  rank  we  now  possess, 

But  liigber  we  shall  rise  ; 
Though  what  we  shall  hereafter  be 
Is  hid  from  mortal  eyes. 

4  AVe  know,  we  all,  when  he  appears, 

Shall  bear  his  image  bright ; 
And  all  his  glory  full  disclos'd 
Shall  open  to  our  sight. 

5  A  hope  so  great,  and  so  divine, 

May  trials  well  endure, 
And  purify  our  souls  from  sin, 
As  Christ  himself  is  pure. 


228  L.  M. 

1  Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 

■  Who  boast  the  honors  of  their  birth, 
Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 
As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  giv'n 

To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heav'n ; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high. 
And  heirs  of  joy  beyond  the  sky. 

3  On  them,  a  happy,  chosen  race, 
Their  Father  pours  his  richest  grace : 
To  them  his  counsels  he  imparts, 
And  stamps  his  image  on  their  hearts. 

^  195 


SONS    OF    GOD. 

4  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply, 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye  ; 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heav'n  above, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 

5  If  I've  the  honor.  Lord,  to  be 
One  of  this  num'rous  family  ; 
On  me  the  gracious  gift  bestow, 
To  call  thee  Abba,  Father,  too. 

6  So  may  my  conduct  ever  prove 
My  filial  piety  and  love; 

Whilst  all  my  brethren  clearly  trace 
Their  Father's  likeness  in  my  face. 


229  P.  M. 

1  Let  others  boast  their  ancient  line, 

In  long  succession  great ; 
In  the  proud  list  let  heroes  shine, 

And  monarchs  swell  the  state  ; 
Descended  from  the  King  of  kings, 
Each  saint  a  nobler  title  sings. 

2  Pronounce  me,  gracious  God,  thy  son, 

Own  me  an  heir  divine; 
I'll  pity  princes  on  the  throne. 

When  I  can  call  thee  mine  : 
Sceptres  and  crowns  unenvied  rise 
And  lose  their  lustre  in  mine  eyes. 
1^6 


THE    CORNER    STONE. 

3  Content,  obscure,  I  pass  my  days, 

To  all  I  meet  unknown, 
And  wait  till  thou  thy  child  shall  raise, 

And  seat  me  near  thy  throne : 
No  name,  no  honors  here  I  crave, 
Well  pleas'd  with  those  beyond  the  grave. 

4  Jesus  my  elder  brother  lives, 

With  him  I  too  shall  reign  ; 
Nor  sin,  nor  death,  while  he  survives, 

Shall  make  the  promise  vain  : 
In  him  my  title  stands  secure. 
And  shall  while  endless  years  endure. 

5  When  he,  in  robes  divinely  bright. 

Shall  once  again  appear, 
You  too,  my  soul,  shall  shine  in  light. 

And  his  full  image  bear : 
Enough  ! — I  wait  th'  appointed  day — 
Bless'd  Saviour,  haste,  and  come 


THE  CORNER  STONE. 


230  L.  M. 

1   Lo,  what  a  precious  Corner-Stone 
The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse  ! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
And  blessed  the  Gentiles  with  the  Jews. 

•  17*  197 


THE    CORNER    STONE. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ! 

This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, — 

The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 

3  Sinners,  rejoice,  and,  saints,  be  glad ; 

Hosanna,  let  his  name  be  blest; 
A  thousand  honors  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light  and  glory  rest ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  sinful  race  : 
Let  all  on  earth  address  their  King, 
With  hearts  of  joy  and  songs  of  praise. 


231  S  M 

1  Behold  the  Corner-Stone, 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  The-work.  0  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine ; 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

3  How  glorious  is  the  day 

By  our  Redeemer  made ! 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray; 
Let  all  the  world  be  glad. 
198 


ENCOURAOEMEXT    TO    PENITENTS. 

4.   Hosanna  to  the  King, 

Of  David's  royal  blood : 
Bless  him,  our  souls  ;  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  our  God.. 


ENCOURAGEMENT  TO  PENITENTS. 


232  L.  M. 

1  "  Come,  hither,  all  you  weary  souls. 

You  heavy-laden  sinners,  come ; 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  too  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me  ; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight : 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  the  neck  ; 

My  grace  i?hall  make  the  burden  light." 

I9y 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


233  L.  M. 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 

Hath  taught  the  rocks  the  notes  of  woe ; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed  ; 

Unburden  here  thy  weighty  load  ; 
Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest, 

And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God  :* 
Thy  God  's  thy  Saviour — glorious  word! 
Forever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 


234  C.  M. 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 

The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

200 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

2  Ho  !  all  3'ou  hungry,  starving  souls. 

That  feed  upon  the  wind. 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind, — 

3  Eternal  Wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
Th^  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho!  3"ou  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, — 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thrist 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


235  C.  M. 

1  The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 

And  dainties  crown  the  board  : 
Not  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afibrd. 

2  You  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  strayed 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come  ; 
Come  from  your  most  obscure  retreats. 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 

201 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

3  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

4  Yet  are  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  millions  more  may  come  ; 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 
O'erfiU  the  spacious  room.  • 

5  All  things  are  ready  ;   come  away. 

Nor  Aveak  excuses  frame  : 
Come,  taste  the  dainties  of  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Master's  name. 


236  C.  M. 

1  The  Saviour  calls  ;  let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
You  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss,  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  You  sinners,  come  ;   'tis  mercy's  voice  ; 

That  gracious  voice  obey  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys ; 
And  can  you  yet  delay  1 
202 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PEXtTEXTS. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  may  reluctant  hearts  ; 
To  thee  in  earnest  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 


237  C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 

Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak  : 
Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 
And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage 

Doth  thy  salvation  flow  ; 
'Tis  not  confined  to  sex  nor  age 
The  lofty  nor  the  low. 

3  While  grace  is  off"ered  to  the  prince. 

The  poor  may  take  their  share  ; 
No  mortal  has  a  just  pretence 
To  perish  in  despair. 

4  Come,  all  you  vilest  sinners,  come  ; 

He'll  form  your  souls  anew  ; 
His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 

5  His  doctrine  is  almighty  love ; 

There's  virtue  in  his  name 
To  turn  the  raven  to  a  dove, 
A  lion  to  a  lamb. 

.     203 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 


238  S.  M. 

1  You  sons  of  earth,  arise, 

You  creatures  of  a  day  ; 
Kedeem  the  time — be  bold — be  wise, 
And  cast  your  bonds  away. 

2  The  year  of  gospel  grace 

With  us  rejoice  to  see. 
And  thankfully  in  Christ  embrace 
Your  preferred  liberty. 

3  Blest  Saviour.  Lord  of  all, 

Thee  may  they  now  receive  ; 
Obedient  to  thy  gracious  call, 
0.  may  they  turn  and  live. 

4  Our  former  years  misspent, 

Now  let  us  deeply  mourn, 
And,  softened  by  thy  grace,  repeat, 
And  to  thy  a^ms  return. 


239  S  M 

Now  is  the  accepted  time ; 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come,  without  delay, 

And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

204 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

2  Now  is  til'  accepted  time  ; 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late ; 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

The  gospel  bids  you  come, 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  r^om. 

4  Lord,  may  repentant  souls, 

Now  feast  upon  thy  love  ; 
Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 
To  bear  the  news  above. 


240  S.  M. 

1  Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 

Now  to  the  Saviour  come  ; 
The  Lord  is  calling,  ••  Seek  my  face, 
And  I  will  guide  you  home." 

2  A  Father  bids  you  speed  ; 

0,  wherefore  then  delay  1 
He  calls  in  love  ;  he  sees  your  need ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day. 

3  To-day  the  prize  is  won  ; 

The  promise  is  to  save ; 
Then,  0.  be  wise ;  to-morrow's  sun 
May  shine  uporr  your  grave. 

18  205 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 


241  S.  M. 

1  You  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  called  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

2  Soon  will  the  harvest  close, 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er ; 
0  sinners,  then  your  injured  God 
Will  heed  your  cries  no  more. 

3  Then,  while  'tis  called  to-day, 

0,  hear  the  gospel's  sound  ; 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  0  haste  away. 
While  pardon  may  be  found. 


242  7s. 

1  Haste,  0  sinner^  now  be  wise  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er. 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 
206 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

3  Haste,  0  sinner  ;  now  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Haste,  0  sinner  ;  now  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 


243  S.  M. 

1  All  yesterday  is  gone  ; 

To-morrow  's  not  our  own  ; 

O  sinner,  come,  without  delay, 

To  bow  before  the  throne. 

3  0,  hear  his  voice  to-day, 

And  harden  not  ^^our  heart ; 
To-morrow,  with  a  frown,  he  may 
Pronounce  the  woW, — •■  Depart." 


244  S.  M. 

1   The  swift  declining  day. 

How  fast  its  moments  fly, 
While  evening's  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
Gains  on  the  western  sky  ! 

207 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

2  You  mortals,  mark  its  pace. 

And  use  the  hours  of  light  ; 
For  know,  its  Maker  can  command 
An  instant,  endless  night. 

3  Give  glory  to  the  Lord, 

AVho  rules  the  rolling  sphere ; 
Submissive,  at  his  footstool  bow, 
And  seek  salvation  there. 

4  Then  shall  new  lustre  break 

Through  all  the  heavy  gloom. 
And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light, 
In  your  celestial  home. 


245  C.  M. 

1  Sinner,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 

His  mercy  speaks  to-day  : 
He  calls  you.  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  : 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  soul  of  ease. 

3  But  he  who  turns  to  God  shall  live. 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

5  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 
Renouncing  every  sin  ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  iearn  his  will  divine. 


246  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  0,  how  tender  ! 

Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 
Listen  to  it ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim; 
•'  Pardon  to  each  rebel  sinner  ; 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

How  important  ! 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor  ; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears  ; 
And,  with  news  of  consolation. 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 
Tender  heralds  ! 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

18*  »  209 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

"Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord? 
Can  you  slight  it  ? 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord. 

0  you  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way  ; 

Haste  you  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay  : 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


247  7s. 

1  When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

When  the  death-shades  o'er  the  spread, 
When  is  finished  thy  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment-day. 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound. 
Say,  0,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  When  the  judge  descends  in  light. 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might, 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  0,  where  wtlt  thou  appear? 

2i0 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

4  What  .shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart. 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned, 


Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found? 


248  L.  M. 

1  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  is  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  saving  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

4  0,  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ; 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

249  C  M. 

1  And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
To  visit  sinful  worms? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  Mercy  stand, 
In  all  her  winninsr  forms  ? 

211 


ENCOURAGEMENT    TO    PENITENTS. 

2  Surprising  grace  ! — and  shall  thy  heart 

Unmoved  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  it  no  soft,  no  tender  part? 
Must  Mercy  plead  in  vain  1 

3  (Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, 

His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 
And  shall  thy  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Eemain  forever  barred  ? 


250  L.  M. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah,  soon  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  0,  haste  away, 
While  3'et  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

I         No  sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise, 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 
212 


SALVATION, 


Now  God  invites  ;  how  blest  the  day ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  0  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 


SALVATIOBT. 


251  CM. 

1  Salvation  !   0,  the  joyful  sound  ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around,  • 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

4  0  happy  period !  glorious  day  ! 

W^hen  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptur'd  lay 
To  celebrate  thy  praise  ! 

213 


SALVATION. 


252  C.  P.  M. 

1  0,  let  your  mingling  voices  rise, 
In  grateful  rapture,  to 'the  skies, 

And  hail  a  Saviour's  birth  ; 
Let  songs  of  joy  the  day  proclaim. 
When  Jesus  all-triumphant  came, 

To  bless  the  sons  of  earth. 

2  He  came  to  bid  the  weary  rest, 

^0  heal  the  sinner's  wounded  breast, 

To  bind  the  broken  heart; 
To  spread  the  light  of  truth  around. 
And  to  the  world's  remotest  bound 
The  heavenly  gift  impart. 

3  He  came  our  trembling  souls  to  save 
From  sin.  from  sorrow,  and  the  grave. 

And  chase  our  fears  away  ; 
Victorious  over  death  and  time, 
To  lead  us  to  a  happier  clime, 

AVhere  reigns  eternal  day. 

4  Then  let  our  mingling  voices  rise 
In  grateful  rapture  to  the  skies, 

And  hail  a  Saviour's  birth  ; 
3jet  songs  of  joy  the  day. proclaim, 
"When  Jesus  all-triumphant  came, 

To  save  the  sons  of  earth. 
214 


SALVATION. 


253  P.M. 

1  To  him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
Wake  ev'ry  tuneful  power,  and  sing 

A  song  of  sweetest  praise : 
His  grace  diffuses,  as  the  rains 
Crown  nature's  flow'ry  hills  and  plains, 

And  spread  a  thousand  ways. 

2  Salvation  is  the  noblest  song, 

0  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue, 
And  all  repeat  '--  Amen  !" 

The  Lord  will  come  from  heav'n  to  envth. 
To  give  his  people  second  birth, 
And  make  them  one  again. 

3  We  feel  redemption  drawing  near ; 
We  soon  in  glory  shall  appear. 

And  be  forever  bless'd  : 
His  promise  never  can  delay, 
Our  Saviour  on  th'  appointed  day 

Will  give  his  people  rest. 

4  By  faith  we  view  him  coming  down, 
With  angels  hov'ring  all  around  ; 

He  smiles  upon  his  saints : 
He  cries  aloud  in  melting  strains, 

1  come  to  save  you  from  your  pains, 
And  end  your  sore  complaints. 

215 


MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

The  smiling  millions  rise  and  sing^ 
All  glory!  glory  to  our  King! 

The  Grand  Assize  is  come  ! 
You  everlasting  doors,  fly  wide, 
The  church  is  glorious  as  a  bride, 

And  Jesus  takes  her  home. 

In  all  the  heav'ns  there's  not  a  tear, 
I^or  in  the  realms  of  bliss  a  fear, 

But  pleasures  yet  unknown  : 
From  heav'n  to  heav'n  we  sound  the  bliss, 
0  what  a  blest  abode  is  this. 

Forever  round  the  throne  ! 

The  joys  of  heav'n  will  never  end ; 
All  glory  to  the  Sinner's  Friend  ! 

Roll  on,  you  happy  scenes  ! 
You  winged  seraphs,  help  us  praise 
The  Author  of  eternal  joys ! 

Our  Saviour  ever  reigns. 


KIISSIOIVARY  HYMNS. 


254  S.  M. 

1   Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 
And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat, 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thv  grace. 
216 


MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

2  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 
Tihy  sovereign  mercy  to  entreat ; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope. 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

3  Hast  thou  not  sworn  to  give  thy  Son, 
To  be  a  light  to  Gentile  lands  ? 

To  open  the  benighted  eye, 

And  loose  the  wretched  prisoner's  bands  t 

4  Hast  thou  not  said,  from  sea  to  sea, 
His  vast  dominion  shall  exteiul? 
That  every  tongue  shall  call  hiiii  Lord, 
And  every  knee  before  him  bend  ? 

5  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 
The  time  to  favor  Zion  come  ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  call  thy  banished  children  home. 


25  5  CM. 

1  Indulgent  G-od.  to  thee  we  pray, 
Be  with  us  on  this  solemn  day  ; 
Approve  our  souls — our  plans  approve, 
By  which  we  seek  to  spread  thy  love. 

2  Let  party  prejudice  be  gone. 
And  love  unite  our  hearts  in  one; 
Let  all  we  have  and  are,  combine 
To  aid  this  glorious  work  of  thine. 

19  217 


MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

3  Point  US  to  men  of  upright  mind, 
Devoted,  diligent,  and  kind  ; 

With  grace  be  all  their  hearts  endowed, 
And  light  to  guide  them  in  the  road. 

4  With  cheerful  steps  may  they  proceed. 
Where'er  thy  providence  shall  lead  ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  their  works  befriend, 
And  mercy  all  their  paths  attend. 

5  Where  Pagan  altars  now  are  built. 
And  brutal  blood,  or  human,  spilt, 
There  let  the  bleeding  cross  be  reared, 
And  God,  our  God,  alone  revered. 

6  Where  captives  groaned  beneath  their  chain, 
Let  grace  and  love,  and  concord  reign  ; 
The  aged  and  the  infant  tongue 

Unite  in  one  harmonious  song. 


256  L.  M. 

1   Let  Jews  and  Gentiles,  bond  and  free 


Embrace  salvation,  Lord,  by  thee ; 
While  those  who  now  in  darkness  dwell, 
Deliverance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 

Millions  behold,  on  heathen  ground. 
Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound  j 
Oh,  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run, 
Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 


MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 

3  0,  look  on  those,  who  stand  to  tell 

The  way  that  leads  from  death  and  hell : 
Guard  thou  their  lives,  their  hearts  unite ; 
Teach  them  to  act  as  in  thy  sight. 

4  To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart 
A  generous,  wise,  and  tender  heart ; 
Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  care, 
That  in  thy  grace  they  all  may  share. 

5  Let  many  stand  around  thy  throne, 
From  different  climes  ;  let  many  own, 
The  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled, 
Has  saved  from  hell  a  ruined  world. 


25  7  L.  M. 

1  Send  forth  thy  messengers  of  peace, 
Make  Satan's  reign  and  empire  cease ; 
Let  thy  salvation.  Lord,  be  known, 
That  all  the  world  thy  power  may  own. 

2  Though  darkness  now  the  earth  pervades, 
And  men  are  placed  in  dismal  shades, 
Our  God  will  soon  arise  and  shine 

On  Zion  with  a  light  divine. 

3  Then  nations,  with  his  grace  replete, 
Shall  spread  their  trophies  at  his  feet; 
Clothed  with  immortal  bliss,  to  prove 
The  power  and  greatness  of  his  love. 

219 


MISSIONAPcY    HYMNS. 

4  0  may  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace, 
Abound,  while  righteousness  and  peace, 
In  mild  and  lovely  forms,  display 
The  glories  of  the  later  day. 

258  C.  M. 

1   Trusting  in  Christ,  go,  heralds !  rear 
The  gospel  standard,  void  of  fear ; " 
Go  seek  with  joy  your  destined  home, 
And  preach  a  Saviour,  there  unknown. 


o 


Yes,  Christian  heroes,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Immanuel's  name; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire — 
With  flaming  zeal  your  hearts  inspire;     ' 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er. 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet — with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus — Lord  of  all. 

259  L.  M. 

Exert  thy  power,  thy  rights  maintain, 
Insulted,  everlasting  King ! 
The  influence  of  thy  crown  increase. 
And  strangers  to  thy  footstool  bring. 
220 


MISSIONARY   HYMNS. 

2  We  long  to  see  that  happy  time, 
That  dear,  expected,  blissful  day, 
When  countless  myriads  of  our  race 
The  second  Adam  shall  obey. 

3  Thy  prophecies  must  be  fulfill'd, 
Though  earth  and  hell  should  dare  oppose; 
The  stone  cut  from  the  mountain's  side, 
Though  unobserv'd,  to  empire  grows. 

4  In  one  vast  symphony  of  praise, 
Gentile  and  Jew  shall  then  unite ; 
And  infidelity,  asham'd, 

Sink  in  th'  abyss  of  endless  night. 

5  Afric's  emancipated  sons 

Shall  join  with  Europe's  polish'd  race 
To  celebrate,  in  different  tongues. 
The  glories  of  redeeming  grace. 

260  L.  M. 

1  Go,  missionaries,  and  proclaim, 

The  kind  Redeemer  you  have  found; 

Publish  his  ever  precious  name 

To  all  the  wondering  nations  round. 

2  Go,  tell  th'  unletter'd  wretched  slave, 
Who  groans  beneath  a  tyrant's  rod, 

You  bring — a  freedom  bought  with  blood, 
The  blood  of  an  incarnate  Word. 

19*  221 


MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

3  And  tell  the  panting  sable  chief, 
On  Ethiopia's  scorching  sand, 

You  come — with  a  refreshing  stream 
To  cheer  and  bless  his  thirsty  land. 

4  Go,  tell  on  India's  golden  shores. 
The  Ganges,  Tibet,  and  Boutan, 
That  to  enrich  their  deathless  mind, 
You  come — the  friends  of  God  and  man. 

5  Tell  all  the  distant  isles  afar 
That  lie  in  darkness  and  the  grave. 
You  come — a  glorious  light  to  show. 
You  come — their  souls  to  seek  and  save. 

6  Say,  the  religion  you  profess 
Is  all  benevolence  and  love: 
And,  crown'd  with  energy  divine, 
Its  heavenly  origin  will  prove. 


261  L.  M. 

1  "  Go,"  said  the  voice  of  heavenly  Love, 
"  My  gospel  preach  to  every  land ; 

Lo  !  I  am  with  you  to  the  end, 
Observe  and  follow  my  command." 

2  With  joy  the  first  disciples  heard. 
And  told  the  ever-gracious  news. 
As  they  from  him  receiv'd  in  charge, 
First,  to  the  unbelieving  Jews : 

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3  Then,  to  the  Gentiles,  far  and  near, 
Publish'd  salvation  in  his  name, 
And  the  glad  tidings  of  his  grace, 
To  this  distinguish'd  country  came. 

4  But,  ah  !  to  spread  their  sacred  theme, 
How  few  have  our  attempts  been  found  ! 
What  heathen  lands  from  us  have  heard 
The  glorious  heart-reviving  sound  1 

5  To  us  their  duty  they  bequeathed  ; 
And  left  the  promise  on  record  ; 
And,  had  our  ardour  equall'd  theirs, 
The  same  had  been  our  blest  reward. 

6  AYe,  too,  had  multitudes  beheld 
Forsake  the  gods  their  hands  had  made, 
And  the  bright  beam  of  heavenly  day 
Their  yet  benighted  realms  pervade. 


262  L.  M. 

Where'er  the  blustering  north-wind  blows, 
And  spreads  its  frost  or  fleecy  snows ; 
Where'er  the  sun,  with  quickening  ray, 
Shiaes  all  abroad  and  gives  the  day ; 

Where'er  the  lesser  orbs  of  light 
Dart  forth  their  beams  and  gild  the  night, 
There  may  his  heralds  loud  proclaim 
The  Saviour's  love — the  Saviour's  name. 

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3  For  works  so  pleasing,  so  benign, 
Lord,  grant  thy  blessings  all  divine, 
Till  all  '•  the  spacious  globe  around, 
With"  raptured  '-songs  of  praise  resound." 

263  P.  M. 

1  With  songs  of  grateful  praise 

Surround  Jehovah's  seat; 
The  goodness  of  his  ways 

Through  all  the  earth  repeat; 
His  mercy  rose 
Ere  time  was  known. 
And  from  his  throne 
Eternal  flows. 

2  He  bids  his  light  arise, 

And  sends  his  gospel  forth ; 
From  east  to  west  it  flies, 

And  fills  the  south  aud  north  ; 
His  mighty  grace 
Its  power  imparts. 
And  willing  hearts 
His  truth  embrace. 

3  Then  far  as  isles  extend, 

To  the  vast  ocean's  bound, 
Let  kings  to  Jesus  bend. 

And  pour  their  ofl"'rings  round ; 
Arabia  raise 
The  song  divine, 
And,  Afric.  join 

T'  exalt  his  praise. 
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4  Let  India's  fertile  shore 

Its  gifts  and  honors  bring, 
To  hail  the  Saviour's  power, 
To  crown  Imnianuel  King ; 


Remotest  lands 
The  homage  pay, 
Till  all  obey 

His  high  commands. 


ox  OPENING  A  HOUSE  OP  WORSsHIP. 


264  L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  thy  watchful  care  we  bless, 
Which  guards  these  sacred  courts  in  peace; 
Nor  dare  tumultuous  foes  invade 

To  fill  thy  worshippers  with  dread. 

2  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise. 
Long  may  they  echo  to  thy  praise  ! 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  word  appear, 

That  crowds  were  trained  to  glory  here. 

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265  C.  M. 

1  Greatest  of  beings.  Source  of  good, 

We  bow  before  thy  throne, 
Which  from  eternity  hath  stood, 
And  worship  thee  alone. 

2  Wilt  thou  vouchsafe  thy  blessings  here, 

And  shed  pr-opitious  rays, 
While  \vith  united  hands  we  rear 
An  altar  to  thy  praise  ? 

3  Here,  then,  in  every  heart  be  found 

The  dwelling  of  thy  choice  : 
And  here  be  heard  that  sweetest  sound. 
The  cheerful,  thankful  voice. 

4  Here  may  the  mind,  while  sunk  in  woes, 

And  comfort  long  delays, 
On  Mercy's  gentle  breast  repose, 
And  change  its  sighs  for  praise. 

5  May  love,  with  sweet,  resistless  force, 

Compel  her  guests  to  come  ; 
Arrest  the  sinner's  downward  course. 
And  call  the  wanderer  home. 

6  While  life  eternal  all  pursue, 

Here  may  the  wa}^  be  shown, 
To  know  thyself.  God  only  true. 
And  Christ,  thy  chosen  Son. 
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26G  L.  M. 

1  Praise  you  the  Lord,  around  wliose  throne 

All  heaven  in  ceaseless  worship  waits ; 
Whose  glory  fills  the  worlds  unknown  ; 
Praise  you  the  Lord,  from  Zion's  gates. 

2  With  mingling  souls  and  voices  join, 

To  him  the  swelling  anthem  raise  ; 
Repeat  his  name  with  joy  divine, 
And  fill  this  temple  with  his  praise. 

3  x\ll-2:racious  Gnd.  to  thee  we  owe 

Each  joy  and  blessing  time  affords ; 
Light,  life  and  health,  and  all  below, 

Spring  from  thy  presence,  Lord  of  lords. 

4  Thine  be  the  praise,  for  thine  the  love, 

That  freely  all  our  sins  forgave, 
Pointed  our  dying  eyes  above, 

And  showed  us  life  beyond  the  grave. 

5  Immortal  life  !  this  thought  disarms 

The  terrors  of  our  mortal  shore  ; 
It  brings  to  view  eternal  charms, 
When  other  comforts  are  no  more. 

267  L.  M. 

1    0  thou,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time. 

The  lyre  of  Hebrew  bards  was  strung, 
Whom  kings  adored  in  song  sublime. 

And  prophets  praised  with  glowins:  tongue  ; 

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ON    OPENING    A    HOUSE    OF    WORSHIP. 

2  Not  now  on  Zion's  height  alone, 

Thy  favored  worshipper  may  dwell; 
Not  where,  at  sultry  noon,  thy  Son 
Sat,  weary,  by  the  patriarch's  well : 

8  From  every  place  below  the  skies, 

The  grateful  song,  the  fervent  prayer, 
The  incense  of  the  heart,  may  rise 
To  heaven,  and  find  acceptance  there. 

4  In  this  thy  house,  whose  doors  we  now 

For  social  worship  first  unfold. 
To  thee  the  suppliant  throng  shall  bow. 
While  circling  years  on  years  are  rolled. 

5  To  thee  shall  ago,  with  snowy  hair. 

And  strength  and  beauty,  bend  the  knee. 
And  childhood  lisp,  with  reverent  air, 
Its  praises  and  its  prayers  to  thee. 

6  0  thou,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 

The  lyre  of  prophet  bards  was  strung, 
To  thee,  at  last,  in  every  clime. 

Shall  temples  rise,  and  praise  be  sung. 


268  C.  M. 

1    Supreme  in  power,  0  God  of  grace, 
Thy  throne  is  fixed  on  high  ; 
Yet  to  thy  waiting,  suppliant  race. 
Art  thou  forever  nigh. 

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2  Before  thj  mercy-seat  we  bend, 

Implore  thy  love  divine, 
Where  justice,  truth  and  mercy  blend, 
And  in  full  splendor  shine. 

3  Wilt  thou,  our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

Accept  this  house  of  prayer? 
And  may  thy  potent  arm  defend 
This  temple  of  thy  care. 

4  To  thee  we  dedicate  this  house, 

And  our  best  offering  bring : 
Here  pay  to  thee  our  solemn  vows, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

5  Long  may  these  temple  walls  resound 

With  thy  most  worthy  praise  ; 
And  may  each  heart,  0  Grod,  be  found 
A  temple  of  thy  grace. 


269  L.  M. 

1  0  bow  thy  ear,  Eternal  One  ! 
On  thee  our  heart  adoring  calls  ; 
To  thee  the  followers  of  thy  Son 

Have  raised,  and  now  devote  these  walls. 

2  Here  let  thy  holy  days  be  kept ; 
And  be  this  place  to  worship  given, 
Like  that  bright  spot  where  Jacob  slept, 
The  house  of  G-od,  the  gate  of  heaven. 

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3  Here  may  honor  dwell  ;   and  here, 
As  incense,  let  thy  children's  prayer, 
From  contrite  hearts  and  lips  sincere, 
Rise  on  the  still  and  peaceful  air. 

4  Here  be  thy  praise  devoutly  sung ; 
Here  let  thy  truth  beam  forth  to  save, 
As  when,  of  old.  thy  spirit  hung 

On  wings  of  light  o'er  Jordan's  wave. 

5  And  when  the  lips,  that  with  thy  name 
Are  vocal  now.  to  dust  shall  turn. 

On  others  may  devotion's  flame 
Be  kindled  here,  and  purely  burn. 


27 O  L.  M. 

1  Jehovah.  God.  our  heavenly  King. 

This  temple  to  thy  name  we  raise; 
In  strains  as  pure  as  angels  sing, 
0  may  its  walls  resound  thy  praise. 

2  Here  may  thy  truth  in  radiance  shine, 

And  grateful  hearts  its  influence  feel  ; 
And  at  its  pure  and  holy  shrine. 
In  ardent  homage  may  we  kneel. 

3  May  virtue's  bright  and  living  flame, 

From  souls  renewed  by  heavenly  love. 
Waft  its  sweet  incense  to  thy  name, — 
A  sacrifice  thou  wilt  approve. 
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4  When,  in  thv  earthly  dwelling-place, 

We  meet  to  mingle  praise  and  prayer, 
May  we  in  love  the  word  embrace, 
And  all  th}^  proniis'd  blessings  share. 

5  And  when  thy  love  our  souls  shall  raise. 

When  every  knee  to  thee  shall  bend, 
0,  then,  we'll  give  thee  deathless  praise, 
Eternal  Father,  changeless  Friend. 

271  L.  M. 

1  And  ^ill  the  great  eternal  God 
On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 
And  will  he  from  his  radiant  throne 
Avow  our  temples  for  his  own? 

2  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise, 
And  sing  that  condescending  grace. 
Which  to  our  notes  shall  lend  an  ear. 
And  call  us  sinful  mortals  near. 

3  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise  : 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise  ; 
And  thou,  in  blessing,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

27  2  L.  M. 

)    The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple — built  by  God ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner  stone. 
And  raised  its  pillars,  one  by  one. 

231 


MORNING    HYMNS. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high — 
The  broad  illimitable  sky  ; 
He  spread  its  pavement  green  and  bright. 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

1)  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood — 
The  sea,  the  sky,  and  '•  all  was  good  ;" 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  "  morning  stars  together  sang." 

4  Lord  !  't  is  not  ours  to  make  the  sea 
And  earth  and  sky  a  house  for  thee  ; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  oflfering  is 
An  humbler  temple,  ••  made  with  hands." 


MOR-NIXG  HYBINS. 


273  L.  M. 

God  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise. 

And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 

0,  like  the  sun  may  T  fulfil 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 

With  ready  mind  and  active  will 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 
23:3 


MORNING    HYMNS. 

3  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure  ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

4  Give  me  thy  counsels  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this. 


274  CM. 

1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rtsing  day 

Salutes  thy  walking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats  ; 

.The  day  renews  the  sound  ; 
Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits. 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame  : 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  How  many  wretched  souls  have  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun  ! 
And  yet  thou  lengthenest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

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MORNING    HYMNS. 

5  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
When  I  enjoy  the  light  ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 

27  5  CM. 

1  Again,  from  calm  and  sweet  repose, 

I  rise  to  hail  the  dawn  ; 
Again  my  waking  eyes  unclose, 
To  view  the  smiling  morn. 

2  Great  God  of  love,  thy  praise  I'll  sing; 

For  thou  hast  safely  kept 
My  soul  beneath  thy  guardian  wing, 
And  watched  me  while  I  slept. 

3  Let  every  thought  and  word  accord 

AVith  thy  most  holy  will : 
Each  deed  the  precepts  of  thy  word 
With  pious  aim  fulfil. 

4  From  danger,  sin,  and  every  ill, 

My  constant  Guardian  prove ; 
0,  sanctify  my  heart,  and  fill 
With  thoughts  of  holy  love. 

27 G  C.  M. 

1   God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 
To  thee  I  cheerful  raise  : 
Thy  acts  of  love,  'tis  good  to  sing. 
And  pleasant  'tis  to  praise. 
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2  Preserved  by  thy  almiglity  arm, 

I  passed  the  shades  of  night. 
Serene,  and  safe  from  every  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

3  While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 

In  gentle  sleep  I  closed  my  eyes. 

And  woke  from  sweet  repose. 

4  0,  let  the  same  almighty  care 

Through  all  this  day  attend  ; 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 


277  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  olf  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  the  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part. 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  has  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

235 


EVENING    HYMNS. 


Lord.  I  to  thee  my  vows  renew; 

Dispel  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  tiiought  and  will, 

And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 


EVKK1]S?G  HYBINS. 


27  8  L.  M. 

1  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ! 
Slow  o'er  the  west  the  shadows  rise, 
Swift  the  soft  stealing  hours  have  flown, 
And  night's  dark  mantle  veils  the  skies. 

2  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ! 
Swept  from  the  records  of  the  year ; 
And  still,  with  every  setting  sun, 
Life's  fading  visions  disappear. 

3  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone ! 
But  soon  a  fairer  shall  arise  : — 
A  day,  whose  never-setting  sun 

Shall  pour  its  light  o'er  cloudless  skies. 
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EVENING    HYMNS. 

4  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ! 
In  solemn  silence  rest,  my  soul, 
And  bow  before  His  awful  throne, 
Who  bids  the  morn  and  evening  roll. 

279  C.  M. 

1  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore. 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

3  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

4  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

280  7s.  M. 

1   Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  our  sight  away : 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  we  would  commune  with  thee  ! 

^37 


EVENING   HYATNS. 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Naught  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  "When,  from  us,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  on  earth  have  passed  away. 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 
Take  us,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

281  7s.  M. 

1  0,  't  is  sweet  to  mingle,  where 
Christians  meet  for  social  prayer ; 
0,  't  is  sweet,  with  them  to  raise 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise  ; 
Then  how  blest  that  state  must  be, 
When  they  meet  eternally. 

2  Father,  let  these  meetings  prove 
Scenes  of  fervent  Christian  love  ; 
While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace, 
Till  we,  each  in  his  degree, 

Fit  for  endless  glory  be. 

282  7s.  M. 

1   Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  this  holy  sabbath  day; 
Gentle  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian  course  is  run. 
23d 


EVENrNG    HVMNS. 

2  Night  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
O'er  the  earth  as  daylip:ht  fades : 
All  thinf^s  tell  of  calm  repose 
At  this  holy  sabbath's  close. 

3  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad  ; 
'Tis  the  holy  peace  of  €rod.— 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within, 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

4  Saviour,  may  our  sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee, 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose. 
Where  the  sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 


283  8s.  &7s.  M. 

1  Lo  !  the  day  of  rest  declineth  ; 

Gather  fast  the  shades  of  night — 
May  the  Sun  that  ever  shineth, 
Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light. 

2  Softly  now  the  dew  is  falling ; 

Peace  o'er  all  the  scene  is  spread  :- 
On  his  children,  meekly  calling,        * 
Purer  influence  God  will  shed. 

3  While  thine  ear  of  love  addressing, 

Thus  our  parting  hymn  we  sing. 
Father,  give  thine  evening  blessing; 
Fold  us  safe  beneath  thy  wing. 

239 


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284  L.M. 

Ere  in  the  world  again  we  go, 
Its  pleasures,  cares,  and  idle  show, 
Thy  grace  once  more,  0  God,  we  crave, 
From  folly  and  fron\  sin  to  save. 

0,  may  the  influence  of  this  day, 
Long  as  our  memory  with  us  stay, 
And  as  an  angel  guardian  prove, 
To  guide  us  to  our  home  above. 


285  L.  M. 

1  While  now  upon  this  sabbath  eve, 
Thy  house,  Almighty  God,  we  leave, 
'Tis  sweet,  as  sinks  the  setting  sun, 
To  think  on  all  our  duties  done. 

2  Oh!  evermore  may  all  our  bliss 
Be  peaceful,  pure,  divine,  like  this ; 
And  may  each  sabbath,  as  it  flies, 
Fit  us  for  joy  beyond  the  skies. 


286  L.  M. 

1   Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light: 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me.  King  of  kings, 
Under  thy  own  almighty  wings. 
240 


THE    NEW    YEAR    HYMNS. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumphant  rise  at  the  last  day. 


THE  NEAV  YEAR  HYMJTS. 


287  L.  M. 

1  The  term  of  life  assigned  to  man 
Is  transient  as  a  passing  shade ; 
Its  longest  period  is  a  span, 
And  in  the  bud  his  honors  fade. 

2  He  walks  but  in  an  empty  show, 
Vexed  and  disquieted  in  vain : 

To  unknown  heirs  his  wealth  must  flow, 
And  he  to  dust  return  again. 

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3  So  let  US  number,  then,  our  cLays, 
That  we  may  know  how  frail  we  are ; 
Call  to  remembrance  all  our  ways, 
And  for  eternity  prepare. 

288  P.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  anew  our  journeys  pursue, 

•Roll  round  with  the  year. 
And  never  stand  still  till  tlie  Master  appear  ! 

2  His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 

3  Our  life  is  a  dream,  our  time  as  a  stream 

Glides  swiftly  away  ; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

4  The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone . 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity  's  here. 

5  0  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say, 

'•  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 
to  do." 

6  0  that  each  from  his   Lord  may  receive  the 

glad  word — 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 
242  * 


THE    NEW    YEAR    HYMNS. 


289  C.  M. 

1  And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 

Of  my  short  life  is  past: 

I  cannot  long  continue  here  ; 

And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Part  of  my  doubtful  life  is  gone, 

Nor  will  return  again; 
And  swift  my  fleeting  moments  run- 
The  few  which  yet  remain  ! 

3  Now  a  new  space  of  life  begins, 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven : 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
Through  Christ,  so  freely  given. 

5  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 
And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 


290  10s.  M. 

God  of  the  changing  year,  whose  arm  of  power 
In  safety  leads  through  danger's  darkest  hour. 
Here  in  thy  temple  bow  thy  creatures  down, 
To  bless  thy  mercy  and  thy  might  to  own. 

243 


THE    NEW    YEAR    HYMNS. 

2  Thine  are  the  beams  that  cheer  us  on  our  way, 
And  pour  around  the  gladdening  light  of  day  : 
Thine  is  the  night,  and  the  fair  orbs  that  shine 
To  cheer  its  hours  of  darkness — all  are  thine. 

3  If  round  our  path  the  thorns  of  sorrow  grew, 
And  mortal  friends  were  faithless,  thou  wert 

true  ; 
Did  sickness  shake  the  frame,  or  anguish  tear 
The  wounded  spirit,  thou  wert  present  there. 

4  Yet  when  our  hearts  review  departed  days. 
How  vast  thy  mercies !  how  remiss  our  praise  ! 
Well  may  we  dread  thy  awful  eye  to  meet, 
Bend  at  thy  throne,  and  worship  at  thy  feet. 

5  0  lend  thy  ear,  and  lift  our  voice  to  thee ; 
Where'er  we  dwell,  still  let  thy  mercy  be ; 
From  year  to  year,  still  nearer  to  thy  shrine 
Draw  our  frail  hearts,  and  make  them  wholly 

thine. 

291  7s  M. 

1   See  !  another  year  is  gone  ! 
Quickly  have  the  seasons  past ! 
This  we  enter  now  upon 
Will  to  many  prove  their  last. 
Mercy  hitherto  has  spared, 
But  have  mercies  been  improved  ? 
Let  us  ask.  Am  I  prepared, 
Should  I  be  this  year  removed  ? 
244 


THE    NEW    YEAR    HYMNS. 

Some  we  now  no  longer  see, 
Who  their  mortal  race  have  run, 
Seemed  as  fair  for  life  as  we, 
When  the  former  year  begun. 
Some — but  who  God  only  knows — 
AVho  are  here  assembled  now, 
Ere  the  present  year  shall  close. 
To  the  stroke  of  death  must  bow. 

If  from  guilt  and  sin  set  free 
By  the  knowledge  of  his  grace, 
Welcome,  then,  the  call  will  be 
To  depart  and  see  his  face. 
To  his  saints  while  here  below, 
With  new  years  new  mercies  come ; 
But  the  happiest  year  they  know, 
Is  the  last  that  leads  them  home. 


292  8s.  &  7s.  M. 

1  See  the  leaves  around  us  falling. 

Dry  and  withered,  to  the  ground  ; 
Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound  : — 

2  '-Sons  of  Adam,  (once  in  Eden, 

Where,  like  us,  he  blighted  fell.) 
Here  the  lesson  we.  are  reading  ; 
Mark  the  awful  truth  we  tell : 
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THE    NEW    YEAR    HYMNS. 

3  •'  Youth,  on  length  of  daj^s  presuming, 

Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread, 
View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming. 
Numbered  now  among  the  dead. 

4  "  What  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you, 

Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace, 
Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you  ; 
Summer  gives  to  autumn  place. 

5  "  Yearly  in  our  course  returning, 

Messengers  of  shortest  stay, 
Thus  we  preach  the  truth  concerning. 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away." 

6  On  the  tree  of  life  eternal, 

0  let  all  our  hopes  be  laid : 
This  alone,  forever  vernal, 

Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade. 


293  L.  M. 

1  My  helper,  God  !  I  bless  his  name  ; 
The  same  his  power,  his  grace  the  same 
The  tokens  of  his  friendly  care 
Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  I  'midst  ten  thousand  dangers  stand, 
Supported  by  his  guardian  hand  ; 
And  see,  when  I  survey  my  ways. 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

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3  Thus  far  his  arm  hath  led  me  on  ; 
Thus  far  I  make  his  mercy  known  ; 
And,  while  I  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  blessings  shall  new  songs  demand. 


294  C.  M. 

1  Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bounds 

Of  the  revolving  year  ; 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  rounds  ! 
How  short  the  months  appear  ! 

2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  has  done, 
Grod's  judgment  shall  survey. 

3  Yet  like  an  idle  tale  we  pass 

The  swift  advancing  year, 
And  study  artful  ways  't  increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 

4  Awake,  my  mind,  my  trifling  heart, 

Your  great  concern  to  see  ; 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part. 
And  from  all  danger  flee. 

5  Thus  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll, 

If  future  3'ears  arise  ; 
Or  this  shall  bear  my  peaceful  soul 
To  joy  that  never  dies. 

247 


THE    NEW    YEAR    HYMNS. 


295  7s.  M. 

1  While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  ! 
Fixed  ill  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 

We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 

As  the  lightening  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live. 
With  eternity  in  view. 

May  thy  word  to  young  and  old ; 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And,  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 
248 


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296  C  M 

1  Father  of  mercies !  God  of  love  ! 
Whose  kind  compassion  still  we  prove, 
Our  praise  accept,  and  bless  us  here, 
Thus  brought  to  see — another  year. 

2  What  shall  we  render  to  thy  name, 
Or  how  thy  glorious  praise  proclaim  ! 
Whose  constant,  kind,  indulgent  care, 
Has  brought  us  to — another  year. 

3  Thy  bounty,  pity,  patience  too. 

With  thankful  hearts.  Lord,  we  review ; 
And  own  we've  had  a  plenteous  share 
To  bring  us  to — another  year. 

4  Our  souls,  our  all.  we  here  resign, 
Make  us,  and  keep  us  ever  thine  : 
And  grant  that  in  thy  love  and  fear 
We  may  begin — another  year. 

5  Be  this  our  sweet  experience  still, 
To  know  and  do  thy  holy  will ; 
Then  shall  our  souls  with  joy  sincere 
Bless  thee  for  this — another  year. 

6  Help  us  to  walk,  as  in  thy  sight, 
With  glowing  pleasure  and  delight ; 
Then,  whether  life  or  death  appear, 
We'll  bless  thee  for — another  year. 

249 


FUNERAL    HYMNS. 


Still,  Lord,  through  life  thy  love  display, 
And  then  in  death's  approaching  day 
We'll  joyful  part  with  all  that's  here, 
Nor  wish  on  earth — another  year. 


FUNERAIi  HYMNS. 


*      297  L  M. 

1  Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 

What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are, 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  0!  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 
250 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

298  P.  M. 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee  ; 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the 

tomb, 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals 

before  thee. 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 

the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone   to  the  grave — we  no  longer 

behold  thee. 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world   by 

thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 

enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Sinless  has 

died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  and  its  mansions 

forsaking. 
Perhaps  thy  tried   spirit  in  doubt  lingered 

long ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright 

on  thy  waking, 
And   the   song    that   thou   heardst  was  the 

seraphim's  song. 

251 


FUNERAL   HYMNS. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  'twere  wrong 

to  deplore  thee, 
When  Christ  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian 

and  guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  and  took  thee,  and  soon  will 

restore  thee, 
Where  death  has  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour 

hath  died. 

299  C.  M. 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead ! 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 

And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blessed  : 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  released, 

And  freed  from  every  snare.   . 

Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 

The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

300  C.  M. 

Great  God,  1  own  thy  sentence  just 

And  nature  must  decay  : 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 

To  dwell  with  fellow-claj. 
252 


FUNERAL    HYMNS. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  tramj)le  on  the  tombs  ; 

My  Saviour,  my  Redeemer  lives, 

3Iy  Grod.  my  Saviour  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqu'ror  shall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  seat, 
And  Death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes. 
Lie  vanquish'd  at  his  feet. 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  skin, 

And  gnaw  my  wasting  flesh. 
When  Grod  shall  build  my  bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afresh. 

5  Then  shall  I  see  thy  lovely  face 

With  strong  immortal  eyes. 
And  feast  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 


301  C  M. 

1  Death  canot  make  our  souls  afraid 

If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below 

If  my  Creator  bid, 
And  run  if  I  were  called  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 

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FUNERAL    HYMNS. 

3  Olasp'd  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 
I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  loose  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 

302  C.  M. 

1  "  Why  flow  these  torrents  of  distress  !" 

(The  gentle  Saviour  cries  :) 
*•  Why  are  my  sleeping  saints  survey'd 
With  unbelieving  eyes  ? 

2  "Death's  feeble  arm  shall  never  boast 

A  friend  of  Christ  is  slain, 
Nor  o'er  their  meaner  part  in  dust 
A  lasting  power  retain. 

3  "  I  come,  on  wings  of  love, — I  come 

The  slumberers  to  awake  ; 
My  voice  shall  reach  the  deepest  tomb, 
And  all  its  bonds  shall  break. 

4  *•  Touch'd  by  my  hand,  in  smiles  they  rise, 

They  rise  to  sleep  no  more  : 
But  rob'd  with  light,  and  crown'd  with  joy, 
To  endless  day  they  soar." 

303  L.  M. 

1  Now  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive. 
And  all  our  tears  be  dry  ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drown'd  in  grief, 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 
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FUNERAL    HYMNS. 

2  What  though  the  arm  of  conquering  deatli 

Does  God's  own  house  invade? 
What  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest 
Be  number'd  with  the  dead? 

3  Th'  glorious  Saviour  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  hearts. 

4  '•  Lo !   I  am  with  you,"  saith  the  Lord, 

'•  My  church  shall  safe  abide  ; 
For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own. 
Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 

5  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 

This  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 


304  L.  M. 

Peace! — 'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 
That  blasts  our  joys  in  death 

Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear. 
And  gathers  back  the  breath, 

'Tis  he, — the  Potentate  supreme. 
Of  all  the  worlds  above, — 

Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule, 
Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 

255 


FUNERAL    HYMNS. 

3  'Tis  He,  whose  justice  might  demand 

Our  souls  a  sacrifice  : 
Yet   scattered,  with  unwearied  hand, 
A  thousand  rich  supplies. 

4  Our  cov'nant  Grod  and  Father  he 

In  Christ  our  bleeding  Lord. 
Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart, 
With  one  reviving  word. 


305  L.  M. 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
*Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  upward  tending  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
Since  Christ  himself  within  it  lay. 
And  took  away  the  gloom. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless'd. 

And  soften'd  ev'ry  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 
But  with  their  humbled  head  I 
256 


FUNERAL    HYMNS. 

5  Thence  he  arose  ascending  high, 

And  show'd  our  feet  the  way  ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  his  saints  shall  fly. 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  There  in  his  presence  we  shall  stand, 

And  celebmte  his  love ; 
Angels  and  saints,  a  glorious  band, 
Shall  crowd  the  courts  above. 


306  L  M. 

1  The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh. 
When  righteous  persons  fall  around, — 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  anxious,  murm'ring  thought, 
Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend, 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 

Th'  almighty  ever-living  Friend. 

3  Beneath  a  num'rous  train  of  ills, 
Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail ; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  Grod, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

4  Parent  and  husband,  guard  and  guide ; 
Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one, 

On  thee  we  cast  our  every  care. 
And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone. 
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FUNERAL    HYMNS. 

5  Our  Father  God,  to  thee  "we  look, 
Our  rock,  our  portion,  and  our  Friend, 
And  on  thy  cov'nant  love  and  truth 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

310  CM. 

1  How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave, 

Where  life's  vain  tumults  past ; 
Th'  appointed  place,  by  Heav'n's  decree, 
Receives  us  all  at  last. 

2  There  servants,  masters,  small  and  great, 

Partake  the  same  repose ; 
And  there  in  peace  the  ashes  mix 
Of  those  who  once  were  foes. 

3  All,  levell'd  by  the  hand  of  death; 

Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb, 
Till  God  in  judgment  calls  them  forth 
To  meet  their  final  doom. 

4  0  may  I  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

When  earth  and  sees  are  fled, 
And  hear  the  judge  pronounce  my  name, 
With  blessings  on  my  head. 

311  CM. 

1   Heaven  has  confirm'd  the  great  decree, 
That  Adam's  race  must  die : 
One  general  ruin  sweeps  them  down. 
And  low  in  dust  they  lie. 
258 


PRAISF. 

2  You  living  men,  the  tomb  survey, 

Where  you  must  quickl}^  dwell, 
Hark  !  how  the  awful  summons  sounds, 
In  every  fun'ral  knell. 

3  Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  veil'd, 

Must  wake  the  Judge  to  see  : 
And  every  word  and  every  thought 
Must  pass  his  scrutiny. 

4  0,  may  I  in  the  Judge  behold, 

My  Saviour  and  my  Friend  ! 
And.  far  beyond  the  reach  of  death, 
With  all  his  saints  ascend. 


PRAISE. 


309  8s.  &  7s.  M. 

Mighty  Grod,  while  angels  bless  thee 
May  not  mortals  lisp  thy  name  ? 

Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels, 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 

Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days, 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 

Be  thy  just  and  worthy  praise, — 

259 


PRAISE. 

o  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought, — 
For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought,- 

4  For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thy  empire's  wide  domain. 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow : 
Glory  to  thy  gentle  reign. 

5  But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Beams  with  brightness  all  along ; 

Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression ; 

Who  can  sing  this  glorious  song  ? 


31  O  L.  M. 

1   Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
To  him  who  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Praise  to  the  God,  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 


9 


Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
AVho  rules  his  people  by  his  word ; 
And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
Reveals  his  kindest  promises. 

Whence,  then,  should  doubts  and  fears  arise  ? 
Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes  !■ 
Slowly,  alas  !  the  mind  receives 
The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 
260 


FRAISE. 

4  0,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  Jehovah  saith  ; 
To  hear  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own. 

5  Then,  should  the  earth's  firm  pillars  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 

Our  steady  souls  shall  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

311  LP.  M. 

1  Give  to"  the  Lord,  in  cheerful  songs. 
The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs, 

Whose  goodness  still  unceasing  flows  ; 
Kepeat  his  name  with  grateful  mind, 
Who,  ever  good  and  ever  kind, 

No  change  nor  variation  knows. 

2  Sovereign  alone  of  earth  and  sky. 
On  thee  for  every  hour's  supply, 

Thy  various  creatures  all  depend  ; 
Man,  whom  thy  light  has  made  to  know 
The  source  whence  all  his  blessings  flow, 

Views  in  his  Grod  his  kindest  friend. 

3  Yet  still  our  notes  we'll  higher  raise, 
To  celebrate  in  ardent  praise 

Eternal  life  through  Jesus  given  ; 
Thy  gracious  messenger  he  came, — 
Eternal  glory  to  thy  name  ! — 

And  pointed  out  the  way  to  heaven. 

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PRAISE. 

312  L.  M. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  mj  God.  my  King, 

To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp,  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  When  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below. 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  an  eternal  world  of  joy  'I 

313  L.  M. 

1  My  Grod.  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thy  ear  ; 
And  ev'ry  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

2  0:2 


PRAISE. 

3  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine  ; 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

4  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

5  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ! 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways — 
Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 


314  S  M. 

0  bless  the  Lord,  our  souls, 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 

And  without  praises  die. 

'Tis  he  forgives  our  sins ; 

'Tis  he  relieves  our  pain ; 
'Tis  he  that  heals  our  sicknesses, 

And  gives  us  strength  again. 

He  crowns  our  lives  with  love, 
When  rescued  from  the  grave ; 

He,  who  redeems  our  souls  from  death, 
From  every  ill  can  save. 

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PRAISE. 

4  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 

He  gives  the  suff 'rers  rest ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  grace  for  the  oppressed. 

5  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known, 
But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  anointed  Son. 


315  L.  M. 

1  God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days 
I'll  tune  the  grateful  notes  of  praise  ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  care  would  break  my  rest. 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
The  notes  of  praise,  ascending  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  the  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But,  0.  when  that  last  conflict  's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  earth  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise. 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 

264 


PRAISE. 


Then  shall  I  learn  Ih'  exalted  strains 
That  echo  through  the  heavciilv  plains, 
And  emulate,  with  joj'  unknown, 
The  glowing  seraphs  round  thy  throne. 


316  H.  M. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high  ; 

Let  every  land  adore  ; 
With  grateful  voice  make  kn#prn 

His  goodness  and  his  power  ; 
With  cheerful  songs  declare  his  ways, 
And  let  his  praise  inspire  your  tongues. 

2  Enter  his  courts  with  joy  ; 

With  fear  address  the  Lord  ; 
He  formed  us  with  his  hand, 

And  quickened  by  his  word  : 
With  wide  command,  he  spreads  his  sway 
O'er  every  sea  and  every  land. 

3  His  hands  provide  our  food. 

And  every  blessing  give  ; 
We  feed  upon  his  care, 

And  in  his  pastures  live  ; 
With  cheerful  songs  declare  his  ways. 
And  let  his  praise  inspire  your  tongues. 

23  ^b5 


RESIGNATION. 

317  CM. 

0  for  a  song  of  sacred  joy 
To  God  the  sovereign  King  ! 

Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

Whilst  angels  sing  his  lofty  praise, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

Rehearse  \ns  praise  with  awe  profound 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  song; 

Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne ; 

He  loved  that  chosen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own. 

And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 


RESIGNATION. 


318  L.  M. 

Thy  ways,  0  Lord,  with  wise  design, 
Are  framed  upon  thy  "throne  above, 

And  every  dark  or  bending  line 
Meets  in  the  centre  of  thy  love. 
256 


RESIGNATION. 

2  With  feeble  light,  and  half  obscure. 

Poor  mortals  thy  arrangements  view 
Not  knowing  that  the  least  are  sure, 
And  the  mysterious  just  and  true. 

3  Thy  flock,  thine  own  peculiar  care, 

Though  now  they  seem  to  roam  abroad, 
Are  led  or  driven  only  where 
They  best  and  safest  may  abide. 

4  They  neither  know  nor  trace  the  way  ; 

But,  trusting  to  thy  piercing  eye, 
None  of  their  feet  to  ruin  stray. 
Nor  shall  the  weakest  fail  or  die. 

5  My  favored  soul  shall  meekly  learn 

To  lay  her  reason  at  thy  throne ; 
Too  weak  thy  secrets  to  discern, 
I'll  trust  thee  for  my  guide  alone. 


319  L.  M. 

1  "Wait,  every  soul,  your  Maker's  will ; 
Unhallowed  passions,  all  be  still ; 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  Thick  darkness  round  his  throne  he  draws, 
His  work  performs,  conceals  the  cause  ; 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

267 


RESIGNATION. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees  ; 

And,  by  his  saints,  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  b€st. 

4  Wait,  then,  each  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 
And,  midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 


320  C.  M. 

1  Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 

Abased  before  the  Lord ! 
Whatever  his  mighty  hand  has  formed 
He  governs  with  a  word. 

2  Ten  thouvsand  ages  ere  the  skies 

Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  present  to  his  thought. 

3  If  light  attend  the  course  we  go, 

'Tis  he  provides  the  rays  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  the  sun, 
If  darkness  cloud  our  days. 

4  Trusting  thy  wisdom,  God  of  love. 

We  would  not  wish  to  know 
What,  in  the  book  of  thy  decrees, 
Awaits  us  here  below. 
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NOT    ASHAMED    OF    CHRIST. 

Be  this  alone  our  fervent  prayer : 
Wbate'er  our  lot  shall  be, 

Or  joys,  or  sorrows,  may  they  form 
Our  souls  for  heaven  and  thee. 


NOT  ASHAMED  OF  CHRIST. 


321     .  C  M 

1  Asham'd  of  Christ !  our  souls  disdain 

The  mean,  ungen'rous  thought ; 
Shall  we  disown  that  friend  whose  blood 
To  man  salvation  brought  1 

2  With  the  glad  news  of  love  and  peace 

From  heav'n  to  earth  he  came  ; 
For  us  endur'd  the  painful  cross, 
For  us  despis'd  the  shame. 

3  To  his  command  let  us  submit     - 

Ourselves  without  delay : 
Our  lives — yea,  thousand  lives  of  ours. 
His  love  can  ne'er  repay. 

4  Each  faithful  foll'wer  Jesus  views 

With  infinite  delight ; 
Their  lives  to  him  are  dear — their  death 
Is  precious  in  his  sight. 
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NOT    ASHAMED    OF    CHRIST. 

5  To  bear  his  name — his  cross  to  bear- 

Our  highest  honor  this! 
AVho  nobly  sufiers  for  him  now 
Shall  reign  v/ith  him  in  bliss. 

6  But  should  we,  in  the  evil  day. 

From  our  profession  fly, 
Jesus,  the  judge,  before  the  world 
The  traitors  will  deny. 


322  C.  M. 

1  I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 

Nor  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honors  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  know  his  name. 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands. 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 

Appoint  for  me  a  place. 

270 


NOT    ASHAMED    OF    CHRIST. 


323  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee : 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glory  shines  through  endless  days ! 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !     Sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ! 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus !     Just  as  soon 
Let  morning  be  ashamed  of  noon : 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend ! 
Noi  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !     Yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I'll  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  0  !  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

271 


FOR  YOUTH. 


324  C.  M. 

1  0,  in  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 

With  vital  ardor  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose, — 

2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  pow'rs 

Ere  yet  by  vice  enslav'd, 
Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  name 
And  character  engrav'd. 

3  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 

The  sunshine  of  thy  days  ; 
And  cares  and  toils,  in  endless  round, 
Encompass  all  thy  ways. 

4  Ere  yet  thy  heart  the  woes  of  age, 

•  With  vain  regret,  deplore, 
And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 
That  now  return  no  more. 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gain'd 

In  age  will  give  thee  rest : 
0,  then  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  ev'ning  blest ! 

272 


FOR    YOUTH. 

325  C.  M. 

1  A  youth  devoted  to  the  Lord 

Is  pleasing  in  his  eyes  ; 
A  flower  when  offered  in  the  bud 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

2  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  fears, 

To  mind  religion  young  ; 
With  joy  it  crowns  succeeding  years, 
And  renders  virtue  strong. 

3  To  thee,  almighty  God,  to  thee, 

Our  hearts  we  now  resign  ; 
'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

4  We'll  do  thy  work,  we'll  speak  thy  praise, 

While  we  have  life  and  breath  ; 
Thus  we're  prepared  for  longer  days. 
Or  fit  for  early  death. 

326  L.  M. 

1  You  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth, 
Warn'd  by  the  voice  of  heav'nly  truth, 
Now  yield  to  Christ  your  youthful  prime, 
With  all  your  talents  and  your  time. 

2  Think  on  your  end — nor  thoughtless  say, 
"  I'll  put  far  off  the  evil  day  :'^ 

Ah  !  not  a  moment's  in  your  pow'r, 
And  death  stands  ready  at  the  door 

273 


FOR    YOUTH. 

3  Eternity! — how  near  it  rolls  ! 
Count  the  vast  value  of  your  souls ! 
Beware  !  and  count  the  awful  cost, 

What  they  have  gain'd  whose  souls  are  lost. 

4  Pride,  sinful  pleasures,  lirsts  and  snares, 
Beset  your  hearts,  your  eyes,  your  ears — 
Take  the  alarm — the  danger  fly  ! 

"  Lord,  save  me,"  be  your  earnest  cry. 


327  L.  M. 

1  In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 

In  nature's  early,  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrive,  and  trembling  wait. 
Its  summons  to  the  silent  tomb ; — 

2  Remember  thy  Creator,  God  ; 

For  him  thy  nobler  powers  employ ; 
Make  him  thy  Fear,  thy  Love,  thy  Hope, 
Thy  Confidence,  and  highest  Joy. 

3  He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  course 

Through  life's  uncertain,  stormy  sea, 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  shore 
Of  glorious  immortality. 

4  Then  early  seek  the  Lord,  and  choose 

The  path  of  wisdom  and  of  truth  : 
The  earth  affords  no  lovelier  sight 
Than  a  discreet,  religious  youth. 
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FOR    YOUTH. 


328  H.  M. 

1  Early  in  life's  young  days 

Let  each  unsullied  youth 
Seek  wisdom's  peaceful  ways. 

And  walk  the  path  of  truth  : 
There  streams  of  purest  pleasure  flow ; 
There  honors  bloom,  and  virtues  grow. 

2  Be  Grod's  all-perfect  Son 

Thy  Pattern  and  thy  Guide  ; 
Let  all  his  will  be  done. 

Nor  trust  a  friend  beside  ; 
Then  shalt  thou  heave  no  guilty  sighs, 
No  tears  of  anguish  drown  thy  eyes. 

3  His  footsteps  ever  trace 

With  vigour  and  delight ; 
He'll  lead  thee  by  his  grace. 

Protect  thee  by  his  might, 
And  safe  through  all  this  dreary  waste 
Conduct  thee  on  to  endless  rest. 


329  C.  M. 

1   The  morn  of  life,  how  fair  and  gay  ! 
How  cheering  and  how  new ! 
What  hopes  illume  each  opening  day, 
And  brighten  every  view ! 


MIDDLE    AGE. 

Youth's  ardent  mind,  with  joy  elate, 

Elastic  and  sincere, 
Suspects  no  ills  that  may  await, 

Nor  yields  a  thought  to  fear. 

But  slippery  is  the  path  they  tread. 
In  pleasure's  dangerous  way ; 

A  thousand  snares  around  them  spread, 
And  oft  their  feet  betray. 

How  shall  they,  then,  their  course  pursue 
Through  life's  uncertain  road  ? 

What  friendly  hand  will  point  their  view 
To  duty  and  to  God  ? 

In  God's  own  word  the  way  is  sure, 

And  clear  to  every  eye  ; 
It  leads  us  in  a  path  secure 

To  brighter  worlds  on  high. 


MIDDL.E:   AGE, 


330  C.  M. 

1   And  have  I  measur'd  half  my  days. 
And  half  my  journey  run. 
Nor  tasted  the  Kedeemer's  grace. 
Nor  yet  my  work  begun  1 
27G 


OLD    AGE. 

2  The  morning  of  my  life  is  past ; 

The  noon  is  almost  o'er  ; 
The  night  of  death  approaches  fast, 
When  I  can  work  no  more. 

3  0  Thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief, 

Thyself  unseen,  unknown, 
In  mercy  help  my  unbelief. 
And  melt  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 

The  long  sought  blessing  give. 
And  bid  me,  at  the  jjoint  to  die. 
Behold  thy  face,  and  live. 


OliD  AG£. 


331  CM. 

1  Eternal  God  !  enthron'd  on  high  ! 

Whom  angel  hosts  adore  ; 
Who  yet  to  suppliant  dust  art  nigh, 
Thy  blessings  I  implore. 

2  Oh,  guide  me  down  the  steep  of  age, 

x\ud  keep  my  passions  cool; 
Teach  me  to  scan  the  sacred  page, 
And  practice  ev'ry  rule. 

24  277 


THE    CROSS. 

My  flying  years  time  urges  on, 

What's  human  must  decay: 
My  friends,  my  young  companions,  gone, 

Can  I  expect  to  stay  ? 

Ah  !  No — then  soothe  the  mortal  hour, 

On  thee  my  hope  depends ; 
Support  me  with  almighty  pow'r. 

While  dust  to  dust  descends. 


TH£  CROSS. 


332  8s.  &  7s. 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  hopes  annoy. 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me ; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way. 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 
278 


THE    CROSS. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

333  L.  M. 

1  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see, 

In  glowing  letters,  "  God  is  love  ;" 
Christ  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree ; 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

2  The  cross  !  it  takes  our  guilt  away ; 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up ; 
It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 
.   And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup  ; — 

3  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love. 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below, 

The  angel's  theme  in  heaven  above. 

334  L.  M. 

1  Here  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  Word, 
I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, — 
Beneath  the  droopings  of  thy  blood, — 
Nor  shall  it,  Saviour,  e'er  remove. 

279 


THE    CROSS. 

2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  thence, 

Unmoved  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie ; 
Resolved, — for  that's  my  last  defence, — 
If  I  must  perish,  there  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear  ; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ? 
Thy  justice  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood. 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim  ; 
Hosanna  to  my  Sov'reign  Lord, 
And  my  best  honors  to  his  name. 


335  C.  M. 

1  Christ  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme ; 

The  mysteries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jew's  esteem. 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlighten'd  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 
2b0 


THE    CROSS. 

4  Till  God  diffused  bis  graces  down, 
Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 
In  vain  ApoUos  sowed  the  ground, 
And  Paul  did  plant  in  vain. 

336  C  M.« 

1  With  great  surprise  the  cross  I  view 

Where  Jesus  for  me  died, 
And  ask  myself,  if  this  be  true. 
What  can  I  want  beside  'I 

2  Give  me  the  victories  of  that  cross, 

My  soul  shall  ask  no  more ; 
I  count  all  other  things  but  dross. 
And  this  my  heavenly  store. 

3  Riches  on  earth  take  wings  and  fly, 

And  earthly  honors  fade  : 
I  have  my  treasures  placed  on  high  ; 
The  cross  my  honor  made. 

4  0  had  I  Gabriel's  tongue,  to  sing 

The  honors  of  my  Lord, 
I'd  tell  the  victories  of  my  King, 
And  all  his  love  record  i 

337  C.  M. 

1   Didst  thou  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame. 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name. 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 

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THE    CROSS, 


2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  make  me  truly  bold  ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal,  grow  cold. 

3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame 

And  treat  me  with  disdain, 
Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

4  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 

And  all  my  powers  resign  ; 
Let  Wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 


338  L.  M. 

1  No  more,  dea.r  Saviour,  will  I  boast 
Of  beauty,  wealth,  or  loud  applause ; 
The  world  hath  all  its  glories  lost. 
Amid  the  triumphs  of  thy  cross. 

2  In  every  feature  of  thy  face, 
Beauty  her  fairest  charms  displays: 
Truth,  wisdom,  majesty,  and  grace 
Shine  thence  in  sweetly  mingled  rays. 

3  Thy  wealth  the  power  of  thought  transcends, 
'Tis  vast,  immense,  and  all  divine: 

Thy  empire,  Lord,  o'er  worlds  extends, 
The  sun.  the  moon,  the  stars  are  thine. 
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PARTING    HYMNS. 


Yet,  (0  liow  marvc41ous  the  sight!) 
I  see  thee  on  a  cross  expire, 
Thy  Grodhead  veil'd  in  sable  night ; 
And  ano-els  from  the  scene  retire. 


'O^ 


5  But  why  from  these  sad  scenes  retreat  ? 
Why  with  your  wings  your  faces  hide  7 
He  ne'er  appear'd  so  good,  so  great, 

As  when  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died. 

6  Those  triumphs  of  stupendous  grace 
Surprise,  rejoice,  and  melt  my  heart  : 
Lord,  at  thy  cross  I  stand  and  gaze, 
Nor  would  I  ever  thence  depart ! 


PARTING  HYMNS. 


339  L.  M. 

Come,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part 
Join  every  voice  and  every  heart ; 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

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PARTING    HYMNS. 


2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more, 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore  ; 
And  there,  releas'd  from  toil  and  pain. 
Dear  brethren  we  shall  meet  again. 


340  L.  M. 

1  My  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  the  sweetest  union  prove ; 
Your  friendship's  like  the  strongest  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  presence  sweet,  our  union  dear, 
What  joys  we  feel  together  here  ! 
And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  pass'd  away, 
Since  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray  ; 
How  loath  are  we  to  leave  the  place 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face. 

4  0  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  fainting  mind  ! 
But  pilgrims  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  oft  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  My  Christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
.     I  trust  you  will  in  Christ  go  on  : 

Press  on,  and  soon  you'll  win  the  prize, 
A  crown  of  glory  in  the  skies. 
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PARTING   HYMNS. 

6  A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most. 
And  we  shall  reach  fair  Canaan's  coast, 
When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 

We'll  take  no  more  the  parting  hand. 

7  0  blessed  day  !   0  glorious  hope  ! 
My  soul  rejoices  at  the  thought, 
When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 
We'll  take  no  more  the  parting  hand. 


341  L.  M. 

1  Thy  blessing  everlasting  Grod, 
Wide  o'er  all  nature  spreads  abroad ; 
Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  cannot  sleep, 
In  ev'ry  place  thy  children  keep. 

2  While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  souls  sustain  ; 
When  absent,  happy  if  we  share 

Thy  grace,  thy  teaching,  and  thy  care. 

3  To  thee  we  all  our  ways  commit, 
And  seek  our  comforts  near  thy  feet  ; 
Still  on  our  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

4  0  grant  that  we  may  meet  again. 
To  join  in  praises  to  thy  name  ; 
Or,  if  that,joy  no  more  be  known, 
Give  us  to  meet  around  thy  throne. 

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PARTING    HYMNS. 

342  C.  M. 

1  Blest  be  that  firm  and  Christian  love, 

That  will  not  let  us  part ; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
But  still  we're  joined  in  heart. 

2  Join'd  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we  go ; 
And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  do  his  work  below. 

3  0  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  know  beside ; 
Nothing  desire,  nor  aught  esteem. 
But  Jesus  crucifi'd. 

4  Closer  and  closer  let  us  cleave 

To  his  belov'd  embrace ; 
Out  of  his  fulness  still  receive, 
And  plenteous  grace  for  grace. 

343  7s.  M. 

1  Christians,  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
Ev'ry  voice  and  every  heart 
Join,  and  to  our  Father  raise 
One  last  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Though  we  here  should  meet  no  more, 
Yet  there  is  a  brighter  shore  ; 
There,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
There,  we  all  may  meet  again. 

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OCCASIONAL. 


Now  to  him  who  reigns  in  heaven, 
Be  eternal  glory  given  ! 
Grateful  for  thy  love  divine, 
0,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine. 


OCCASIONAL. 


344  C.  M. 

Consolation  in  Sickness. 

1  When  langor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains 
And  long  to  fly  away  : 

2  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

3  Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope. 

That  when  my  change  shall  come. 
Angels  shall  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home : 

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ISSUES    OF    LIFE    AND    DEATH. 

4  Sweet,  in  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

5  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Wliere  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  Thee ! 

6  0  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

Forever, with  me  stay  : 
Till,  from  her  sin-worn  cage  dismiss'd. 
My  spirit  fles  away. 


ISSUES  OF  LIFE  AND  DEATH. 


345  S.  M. 

1  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  me  sigh  ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

2  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years- 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

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THE    LIVING    AND    THE    DEAD. 

3  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death. 

4  Lord,  Grod  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun : — 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

5  Here  would  we  end  our  quest — 

Alone  are  found  in  thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love — the  rest 
Of  immortality. 


THB  lilVTNG  AND  THK  DSAD. 


346  L  M. 

Who  are  the  dead  ? — The  sons  of  time 
In  ev'ry  age,  and  state,  and  clime ; 
Renown'd,  dishonor'd  or  forgot, 
The  place  that  knew  them,  knows  them  not. 

Where  are  the  living? — On  the  ground 
Where  pray'r  is  heard  and  mercy  found ; 
Where  in  the  compass  of  a  span, 
The  mortal  makes  th'  immortal  man. 
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THE    DEATH    OF    THE    RIGHTEOUS, 

J  Who  are  the  living? — They  whose  breath 
Draws  ev'ry  moment  nigh  to  death  ; 
Of  endless  bliss,  or  woe  the  heirs  : 
Oh,  what  an  awful  lot  is  theirs ! 

4  Then,  timely  warn'd,  let  ns  begin 
To  follow  Christ  and  flee  from  sin ; 
Daily  grow  up  in  him  our  head, 
Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 


THE  DEATH  OF  THE  RIGHTEOUS. 


347  L.  M. 

1  How  bless'd  the  righteous  when  he  dies, 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest, 

How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast. 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale,  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eve  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life,  nor  death  destroys  ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  uufetter'd  soul  enjoys. 
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THE    DEATH    OF    A  YOUTH. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes,  and  fears, 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ! 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears, 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell. 

5  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay. 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  : 
While  heav'n  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
How  bless'd  the  righteous  when  he  dies. 


TIIE  DEATH  OF  A  YOUTH. 


348  C.  M. 

1  When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

0  may  this  truth  imprest 
With  awful  pow'r — I  too  must  die — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour  ! 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

291 


HOPE    IN    THE    RESURRECTION. 

The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey ; 
Kor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain, 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

0  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  pow'rful  arm  can  save  ; 

Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 


HOPK  IX  THE  RESURRECTION. 


349  L.  M. 

1  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
Take  this  new  trea-sure  to  thy  trust ; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

3  Kor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
Invade  thy  bounds.     No  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  dying  Son 

Pass'd  thro'  the  grave  and  blest  the  bed ; 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

292 


HOPE    IN    THE    RESURRECTION. 

Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn; 
Attend,  0  earth  !  his  sov'reign  word  ; 
Eestore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form — 
Call'd  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 


350  C.  M. 

1  Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path, 

Amid  the  deep'ning  gloom, 

We,  soldiers  of  an  injur'd  King 

Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  pow'rs  decay, 
Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat. 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust. 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  These  ashes  poor,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep. 
Till  the  last  angel  rise,  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

5  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  ev'ry  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  rise 
With  songs  of  endless  praise. 

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THE  liAST  CO]»nNG  OP  CHRIST. 


351  L.  M. 

1  The  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  mountains  to  their  centre  shake : 
And  with'ring  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  shall  pale  their  feeble  light. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come,  but  not  the  same. 
As  once  in  lowliness  he  came ; 
A  silent  lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come,  in  dreadful  form, 
With  rainbow  wreath,  and  robes  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  judge  of  all  mankind. 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray, 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 
Oppress'd  by  pow'r,  and  mock'd  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene,  the  crucified  ? 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 
"Rocks  hide  us,  mountains  on  us  fall !" 
The  saints  ascending  from  the  tomb. 
Shall  joyful  sing,  "  the  Lord  is  come." 

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THE    LAST    COMING    OF    CHRIST. 


352  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain  : 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign. 

Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 
Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty ; 

Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing. 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

Ev'ry  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

■  Heav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  away : 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day : 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away  ! 

Now  redemption,  long  expected,    . 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear ! 

All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 

Rise  to  meet  him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  Grod  appear ! 

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o 


THE    LAST    COMING    OP    CHRIST. 


353  S.  M. 

And  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 

And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heav'n,  before  his  face, 

Astonished,  shrink  away  1 

But,  ere  the  trumpet  shake 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 

AVhat  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

Come,  sinners,  seek  his  grace. 
Whose  wrath  you  cannot  bear ; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 
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THE  EDBN  OF  liOVB. 


35  4  12s.  &  lis. 

1  How  sweet   to   reflect   on   those   joys   that 

await  me 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest, 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall 
greet  me. 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the 
blest ! 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's    sky  un- 
clouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden 
of  love. 

2  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tuned,  ce- 

lestial. 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 

The   saints,  as  they  flock  from   the   regions 

terrestrial. 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise ; 

Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  through 

heaven ; 
My  soul   will   respond,   "  To  Immanuel   be 

given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might,  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the  Eden 
of  love." 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 

Then  hail,  blessed  state ;  hail,  jou  songsters 
of  glory  ; 
You   harpers  of  bliss,   soon  I'll  meet  you 
above ; 

And  join  your  full  choir   in   rehearsing  the 
story, 
'•  Salvation  from   sorrow,   through   Jesus's 
love." 

Though  prisoned   in   earth,  yet,  by  anticipa- 
tion, 

Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 

Of  joys  that  await  me  when  freed  from  pro- 
bation ; 
My  heart's   now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of 
love. 


MISCELIiANEOUS. 


355  C.  M. 

1   The  Saviour  lives ;  and  be  his  name 
By  every  heart  adored  ! 
From  age  to  age  he  is  the  same, 
The  universal  Lord  ! 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  He  is  our  Rock  when  troubles  rise, 

And  storms  and  tempests  lower  ; 
He  rides  triumphant  in  the  skies, 
And  saves  us  by  his  power. 

3  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs ; 

AVe  give  the  Saviour  praise  ; 
Lift  up  our  hearts,  and  joyful  songs 
To  our  Redeemer  raise. 

4  Great  is  the  mercy  we  have  found. 

And  great  shall  be  our  praise : 
We'll  spread  his  power  and  mercy  round, 
And  songs  of  honor  raise. 


356  H.  M. 

1  The  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  he  assumes 

Are  light  and  majesty. 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 
His  truth  and  justice  stand 

To  guard  his  holy  law ; 
And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless. 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

299 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend  ? 
And  will  he  write  his  name 

My  Saviour  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word ; 
Join,  all  my  powers,  and  praise  the  Lord. 

357  CM. 

1  How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  0  Lord ! 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 

Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote. 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
They  pass  unhurt  through  burning  climes, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  Thy  mercy  sweetens  every  soil. 

Makes  every  region  please ; 
The  hoary,  frozen  hills  it  warms, 
And  smooths  the  boisterous  seas. 

* 

4  The  storm  was  laid,  the  winds  retired, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
TRe  sea,  that  roared  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  was  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers  and  of  death. 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
I'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past,  » 

And  humbly  hope  for  more. 
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MISCELLANEOUS, 

358  C.  M. 

1   "With  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes 
To  those  bright  realms  above, 
That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies, 
Where  dwells  Eternal  Love. 

2.  Before  the  radiant  throne  we  bow 
Of  heaven's  almighty  King : 
Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing. 

3  Thee  we  adore ;  and.  Lord,  to  thee 
Our  filial  duty  pay  ; 
Thy  service,  unconstrained  and  free. 
Conducts  to  endless  day. 

359  L.  M. 

1   Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through; 
Thy  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours. 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 


o 


My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand  : 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 


4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin ;  for  God  is  there. 


360  C.  M. 

1  Father  in  heaven,  thy  sacred  name 

In  hallowed  strains  be  sung  : 
Thy  kingdom  spread  o'er  all  the  earth — 
Thy  praise  fill  every  tongue. 

2  By  happy  spirits  round  thy  throne, 

As  thy  commands  are  done, 
So  be  thy  perfect  will  obeyed 
By  all  beneath  the  sun. 

3  Our  numerous  wants  are  known  to  thee, 
Who  canst  alone  supply ; 

0  grant,  each  day,  our  daily  bread, 
Nor  other  good  deny. 

4  Forgive  our  sins,  as  we  forgive 

The  wrongs  that  others  do  ; 
Nor  let  temptations  press  around, 
Lest  we  those  sins  renew. 
'602 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Thou  art  our  Safety  and  Defence, 
When  dangers  threatening  stand  ; 

0  turn  aside  impending  ills 
With  thy  almighty  hand. 

Thy  sceptre  all  creation  sways  ; 

Thy  power  knows  no  control ; 
Thy  matchless  glory  shall  endure 

While  endless  ages  roll. 


361  CM. 

1  Come,  all  you  saints  that  love  the  Lord, 

With  melody  divine, 
Tune  every  harp  in  sweet  accord, 
And  all  in  concert  join. 

2  Proclaim  abroad  your  sacred  joy 

To  earth's  remotest  bounds  ; 
In  heavenly  notes  your  tongues  employ, 
In  symphony  of  sounds. 

3  Let  every  doubt  and  slavish  fear 

Be  banished  from  the  mind  ; 
While  joyful  songs  our  spirits  cheer, 
We'll  trust  the  Lord  is  kind. 

4  Then  let  our  joyful  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We'll  travel  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

303 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

362  L.  M. 

1  Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway, 

In  earth  and  heaven  the  Lord  of  all ; 
You  princes,  rulers,  powers,  obey, 
And  low  before  his  sceptre  fall. 

2  The  deed  was  done  ;  the  Lamb  was  slain ; 

The  groaning  earth  the  burthen  bore : 
He  rose,  he  lives, — he  lives  to  reign. 

Nor  time's  strong  arm  shall  shake  his  power. 

3  Riches,  and  all  that  decks  the  great. 

From  lands  unnumbered  hither  bring ; 
The  tribute  pour  before  his  seat, 
And  hail  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

4  From  heaven,  from  earth,  loud  bursts  of  praise 

The  mighty  blessings  shall  proclaim, — 
Blessings  that  earth  to  glory  raise : 
Awake,  each  soul,  and  sing  his  fame. 

363  S.  M. 

1  The  Prince  of  peace  is  come  ! 

Let  distant  nations  sing  ; 
Let  men  and  angels  join  their  songs. 
To  hail  this  glorious  King. 

2  Light  of  the  world,  he  comes ! 

The  blind  receive  their  sight ; 
The  mind  now  feels  his  glad'ning  ray, 
And  all  within  is  light. 
304 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Evangelist  divine ! 

He  makes  the  gospel  known ; 
The  poor  the  joyful  tidings  hear, 
And  their  great  Prophet  own. 

4  Whilst,  gracious  God,  I  hear 

The  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
May  my  glad  heart,  my  tongue,  my  life, 
Be  all  obedience  found. 

364  L.  M. 

1  How  blest  is  he  whose  tranquil  mind, 
"When  life  declines,  recalls  again 
The  years  that  time  has  cast  behind, 
And  reaps  delight  from  toil  and  pain. 

2  So,  when  the  transient  storm  is  past. 
The  sudden  gloom  and  driving  shower, 
The  sweetest  sunshine  is  the  last : 
The  loveliest  is  the  evening  hour. 

365  C.  M. 

1  Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 

Came  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains  ! 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 

Shed  sacred  glories  there ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sounding  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

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MISCEELAXEOUS, 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Sent  back  the  glad  reply  ; 
And  greeted,  from  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  G-alilee 

There  came  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waved,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "  Glory  to  God !"  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  rang — 
'•  Peace  to  the  earth — good  will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  Eternal  King!" 

6  Light  on  thy  hills,  Jerusalem  ! 

The  Saviour  then  was  born ! 
And  bright  on  Bethlehem's  joyous  plains 
Broke  the  first  Christmas  morn. 


366  L.  M.  6s. 

1  When  quiet  in  my  house  I  sit. 
Thy  Book  be  my  companion  still, 
My  jo}^  thy  sayings  to  repeat, 
Talk  o'er  the  records  of  thy  will, 
And  search  the  oracles  divine, 
Till  every  heartfelt  word  be  mine. 
306 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Oft  as  I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

0  may  the  reconciling  word 
Sweetly  compose  my  weary  breast, 
While,  trusting  in  my  gracious  Lord, 

1  sink  in  peaceful  dreams  away, 
And  visions  of  eternal  day  ! 

3  Kising  to  sing  my  Father's  praise, 
Thee  may  I  publish  all  day  long  ; 
And  let  thy  precious  word  of  grace 
Flow  from  my  heart  and  fill  my  tongue. 
Fill  all  my  life  with  purest  love, 

And  join  me  to  the  church  above. 


367  7s.  M. 

1  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Trav'ler  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 
See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Trav'ler !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel ! 
Watchman  !  >  ^      •.  r  •         s 
Trav'ler!       ^  Yes,  it  brings,  &c. 

♦   307 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Watcliman  !  tell  us  of  the  night; 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler  !  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 
Watchman!  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Trav'ler  !  ages  are  its  own  : 

See !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman  !  ^   »  . .  n 

m      ,1      ,       >  Asres  are  its  own,  &c. 
Trav'ler !       ^     °  ' 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

Trav'ler  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

Watchman  !  let  thj  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 

Trav'ler  !  lo !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  Grod  is  come  ! 

Watchman  !  <•  x     i   rn      -n  •  c  t^  s 

^      ,1     ,       >  Lo  !  The  Prince  of  Peace,  &c. 
Trav'ler         S  ' 


368  L.  M. 

I   Reviving  sleep  !  thy  sheltering  wing 
Is  o'er  the  couch  of  labor  spread  ; 
Sweet  minister,  unearthly  thing. 
That  hovers  round  the  tired  one's  head. 
308 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  As  calm  and  cold  as  mortal  clay 
When  life  is  fled,  earth  soundly  sleeps. 
When  evening  veils  the  eye  of  day, 
And  darkness  rules  the  ocean  deeps. 

3  0,  then,  thy  spirit,  Lord,  anew 
Enkindles  strength  in  sleeping  men  ; 
It  falls,  as  falls  the  evening  dew, 
And  life's  sad  waste  repairs  again. 

4  Be  nature's  gentle  slumbers  mine ; 
And  lead  me  gently  to  the  last ; 
Until  I  hear  thy  voice  divine, 

<'  Awake  !  for  death's  dark  night  is  passed. 


369  L.  M. 

1  "  See  how  he  loved !"  exclaimed  the  Jews, 
As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell ; 

My  grateful  heart  the  thought  pursues, 
And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell. 

2  See  how  he  loved, — who  travelled  on, 
Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies ; 
Who  bade  disease  and  pain  be  gone, 
And  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 

3  See  how  he  loved. — who,  firm,  yet  mild, 
Patient,  endured  the  scoffing  tongue  ; 
Though  oft  provoked,  he  ne'er  reviled. 
Or  did  his  greatest  foe  a  wrong. 

309 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  See  liow  he  loved. — who  never  shrank 
From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death  ; 
Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
And  meekly  yielded  up  his  breath. 

5  Such  love  can  we,  unmoved,  survey? 
0,  may  our  breasts  with  ardor  glow, 
To  tread  his  steps,  his  laws  obey, 
And  thus  our  warm  affections  show  ! 


370  L.  M. 

1  Honor  and  happiness  unite 

To  make  the  Christian's  name  a  praise ; 
How  fair  the  scene,  how  clear  the  light, 
That  fills  the  remnant  of  his  days  ! 

2  A  kingly  character  he  bears  ; 

No  change  his  priestly  office  knows ; 
Unfading  is  the  crown  he  wears  ; 
His  joys  can  never  reach  a  close. 

3  Adorned  with  glory  from  on  high, 
Salvation  shines  upon  his  face ; 
His  robe  is  of  ethereal  dye; 

His  steps  are  dignity  and  grace. 

4  The  noblest  creature  seen  below, 
Ordained  to  fill  a  throne  above, 
God  gives  him  all  he  can  bestow — 
His  kingdom  of  eternal  love. 

310 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


371  L.  M. 

1  If  all  our  hopes  and  all  our  fears 
Were  prisoned  in  life's  narrow  bound : 

» If.  travellers  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
We  saw  no  better  world  beyond ; 

2  0.  who  could  check  the  rising  sigh  ? 
What  earthly  thing  could  pleasure  give  ? 
0,  who  would  venture  then  to  die  ? — 

0.  who  could  then  endure  to  live  ? 

3  And  such  were  life,  without  the  ray 
From  our  divine  religion  given : 

'Tis  this  that  makes  our  darkness  day; 
'Tis  this  that  makes  our  earth  a  heaven. 

4  Bright  is  the  golden  sun  above. 

And  beautiful  the  flowers  that  bloom  ;   • 
And  all  is  joy,  and  all  is  love, 
Keflected  from  a  world  to  come. 


372  Us.  M. 

1   The  gloom  of  the  night  adds  a  charm  to  tht 
morn, 
Stern  winter  the  spring  in  its  beauty  endears  ; 
And   the   darker  the   cloud   on  which   it  is 

drawn, 
The  brighter  by  contrast  the  rainbow  appears. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 


2  So  trials  and  sorrows  the  Christian  prepare, 
For  the  rest  of  the  soul  that  remaineth  above  ; 
On  earth  tribulation  awaits  him,  but  there 
The  smile  of  a  Father's  unchangeable  love. 


373  lis.  M. 

1  I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way : 
I  would  not  live  alway :    no,  welcome   the 

tomb. 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom. 

2  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode ! 
Where  the   rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 

3  Where  the  saints   of   all  ages  in  harmony 

meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to 

greet ; 
Where  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  life  of  the 

soul! 
312 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

374  lis. 

1  The  Prince  of  salvation  is  coming — prepare 
A  way  in  the  desert  his  blessings  to  share  ; 
He  comes  to  release  us  from  sins  and  from 

woes, 
And  make   the  rude  wilderness  hloom  like 
the  rose. 

2  His  reign  shall  extend  from  the  east  to  the 

west, 
Compose  all  the  tumults  of  nature  to  rest ; 
The  day  spring  of  glory  illumine  the  skies, 
And  ages  on  ages  of  happiness  rise. 

3  The  brute-hearted  temper  of  man  shall  grow 

tame. 
The  wolf   and   the   lion  lie  down  with  the 

lamb ; 
The    bear   with   the  kine   shall  contentedly 

feed, 
And  children  their  young  ones  in   harmony 

lead. 

4  No  more  shall  the  sound  of  the  war-whoop 

be  heard. 
The    ambush    and    slaughter   no   longer    be 

fear'd  ; 
The    tomahawk    buried    shall    rest    in    the 

ground, 
And    peace    and   good-will    to    the    nations 

abound. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 

a  All  spirit  of  war  to  the  gospel  shall  bow, 
The  bow  lie    unstrung   at  the  foot  of   the 

plough; 
To  prune  the  young  orchard  the  spear  shall 

be  bent, 
And  love  greet  the  world  with  a  smile  of 

content. 

6  Slight  tinctures  of  skin  shall  no  longer  engage 
The  fervor  of  jealousy,  murder  and  rage  ; 
But  white  men  and  red  shall  in  friendship 

be  join'd, 
Wide  spreading  benevolence  over  mankind. 

7  Hail !  scenes  of  felicity,  transport,  and  joy 
When  hatred  and  passion  shall  cease  to  an- 
noy; 

Rich  blessings  of  grace  from  above  shall  be 

giv'n. 
And  life  only  serve  as  a  passage  to  heav'n. 

8  EoU  forward,  blest  Saviour,  roll  forward  the 

day. 
When  all  shall  submit,  and  rejoice  in   thy 

sway : 
When  men  of  all  nations,  united  in  praise, 
One  vast  hallelujah  triumphant  shall  raise. 

314 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

375  CM. 

1  Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 

Unbounded  glories  rise  ; 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Celestial  land !  could  our  weak  eyes 

But  half  thy  charms  explore, 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 

And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

3  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 

And  grief  no  place  obtains  : 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns  ! 

4  No  cloud  these  blissful  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair  ! 
For  sin,  the  source  of  ev'ry  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint  sickly  ray ; 
But  glory  from  the  sacred  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

376  C.  M. 

1   Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
0  how  I  long  for  thee ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

315 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stones, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  greens, 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  sparkling  gems  by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 

Why  should  T  stay  from  thence  ! 
What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  ! 

5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thy  arm  of  grace. 

And  cause  me  to  ascend. 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  never  end. 


37  7  CM. 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause. 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies. 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 
316 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  7 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  Grod  ? 

■4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  hear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

o  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 
Shall  conquer  though  they  die ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


37  8  CM. 

1  Behold  what  witnesses  unseen 

Encompass  us  around, 
Men  once  like  us  with  suff 'rings  tried, 
But  now  with  glory  crown'd. 

2  Let  us  with  zeal,  like  theirs,  inspir'd. 

Pursue  the  Christian  race  ; 
And,  freed  from  each  encumb'ring  weight, 
Their  holy  footsteps  trace. 

27*  317 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Behold  a  witness  nobler  still, 

Who  trod  affliction's  path — 
Jesus,  at  once  the  finisher 
And  author  of  the  faith. 

4  He,  for  the  joj  before  him  set, 

(So  gen'rous  was  his  love.) 
Endur'd  the  cross,  despis'd  the  shame, 
And  now  he  reigns  above. 

5  If  he  the  scorn  of  wicked  men 

With  patience  did  sustain. 
Becomes  it  those  for  whom  he  died 
To  murmur  and  complain  1 

6  No — let  our  hearts  no  more  despond. 

Our  hands  be  weak  no  more  ; 
Still  let  us  trust  our  Father's  love, 
His  wisdom  still  adore. 


37  9  CM. 

1  Rise,  0  my  soul !  pursue  the  path 

By  ancient  heroes  trod  : 
Ambitious  view  those  holy  men. 
Who  lived  and  walk'd  with  Grod. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 
318 


MTSCELLA^^EOTJS, 

3  'T  was  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious  blood 

They  conquer'd  ev'ry  foe  ; 
And  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace 
Their  crowns  and  honor  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  we  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  giv'n, 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road  ' 

Whfch  led  them  safe  to  heav'n. 

380  7s. 

1   'Tis  religion  that  can  give 

Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live ; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 


o 


After  death,  its  joys  shall  be 

Lasting  as  eternity  ! 
JBe  the  living  Grod  my  friend, 

Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 


381  8s. 

1  My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love  ! 

His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above 
To  shout  his  adorable  name. 

2  To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ, 

And  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 

My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

319 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  You  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 

Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey ; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away. 

4  The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows. 

Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine ; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows —  , 

My  Grod,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine. 

382  L.  M. 

1  Among  the  mountain  trees 

The  winds  were  whispering  low, 
And  night's  ten  thousand  harmonies 

Were  harmonies  of  wo  ; 
A  voice  of  grief  was  on  the  gale. 
It  came  from  Kedron's  gloomy  vale. 

2  It  was  the  Saviour's  prayer. 

That  on  the  silence  broke, 
Imploring  strength  from  heaven  to  bear 

The  sin-avenging  stroke ; 
As  in  Gethsemane  he  knelt. 
And  pangs  unknown  his  bosom  felt. 

3  The  fitful  star-light  shone 

In  dim  and  misty  gleams ; 
Deep  was  his  agonizing  groan, 
^         And  large  the  vital  streams 
That  trickled  to  the  dewy  sod. 
While  Jesus  raised  his  voice  to  Grod. 
320 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  The  chosen  three  that  staid, 

Their  nightly  watch  to  keep, 
Left  him  through  sorrows  deep  to  wade, 

And  gave  themselves  to  sleep  : 
Meekly  and  sad  he  prayed  alone. 
Strangely  forgotten  by  his  own. 

5  Along  the  streamlets  banks 

The  reckless  traitor  came, 
And  heavy  on  his  bosom  sank 

The  load  of  guilt  and  shame  ; 
Yet  unto  them  that  waited  nigh, 
He  gave  the  Lamb  of  Grod  to  die. 

6  Among  the  mountain  trees 

The  winds  were  whispering  low, 
And  night's  ten  thousand  harmonies 

Were  harDionies  of  wo  ; 
For  cruel  voices  filled  the  gale 
That  came  from  Kedron's  gloomy  vale. 

383  8s.  &  7s. 

1   Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert. 

Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way  ; 
But  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 

Lie  the  realms  of  endless  day. 
Dear  young  soldiers,  do  not  murmur 

At  the  troubles  of  the  way : 
Meet  the  tempest — fight  with  courage  ; 
Never  faint,  but  often  pray. 

321 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation — 

He  that  bids  the  planets  roll — 
He  that  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole- 
J^sus,  Jesus  will  defend  you ; 

Trust  in  him,  and  him  alone ; 
He  has  shed  his  blood  to  save  you, 

And  will  bring  you  to  his  throne. 

3  There  on  flow'ry  fields  of  pleasure, 

And  the  hills  of  endless  rest, 
Joy,  and  peace,  and  love,  shall  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast : 
There  ten  thousand  flaming  seraphs 

Fly  across  the  heav'nly  plain ; 
There  they  sing  immortal  praises — 

Glory,  glory  is  their  theme. 

4  But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert 

Makes  the  crystal  arches  ring, 
And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing : 
Who  can  paint  those  sons  of  glory, 

Ransom'd  souls  that  dwell  on  high, 
Who  with  golden  harps  forever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky ! 
322 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  See  the  heav'nly  host  in  rapture, 

Gazing  on  these  shining  bands  ; 
Wond'ring  at  their  costly  garments, 

And  the  laurels  in  their  hands ; 
There  upon  the  golden  pavement, 

See  the  ransom'd  march  along ! 
While  the  splendid  courts  of  glory 

Sweetly  echo  with  their  song ! 


384  L.  M. 

1   The  Lord  of  lords  and  King  of  kings 
In  realms  of  bliss  exalted  reigns ; 
Ah !  who  can  touch  the  trembling  strings, 
And  hymn  his  praise  with  equal  strains? 

'2  The  grandeur  of  his  works  may  show. 
In  beams  of  lasting,  heav'nly  light, 
To  all  who  love  their  radiant  glow, 
The  wisdom  of  his  boundless  might. 

3  But,  Zion,  on  thy  portals  fair, 

His  wondrous  name  resplendent  shine? 
And  ev'ry  child  of  wisdom  there 
Shall  read  it  in  the  clearest  lines. 

4  Yes,  there  we  learn  that  Ood  is  love 

The  lucid  truth  let  angel  choirs 
(Circling  the  shining  throne  above) 
Kesound  upon  their  golden  lyres. 

323 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  With  deep  astonishment  they  saw 
luiinauuel,  the  Virgin's  son  I 
And  heard,  with  fix'd  and  sacred  awe, 
The  Lord  of  glory  cry,  'Tis  done ! 

G  But  quit  the  endless  theme,  my  soul, 
And  wait  resigu'd  a  brighter  day, 
Above  mortality's  control, 

To  wake  a  more  enraptur'd  lay. 

7  The  crown  of  life,  the  harp  of  gold, 
And  palm  of  vict'ry.  all  proclaim, 
That  nobler  songs  shall  yet  unfold 
The  glories  of  Jehovah's  name. 

385  C.  M. 

1   Jesus  !  in  thy  transporting  name 
What  blissful  glories  rise  ! 
Jesus  !  the  angel's  sweetest  theme — 
The  wonder  of  the  skies  ! 


9. 


Well  might  the  skies  with  wonder  view 

A  love  so  strange  as  thine  ! 
No  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 

Compassion  so  divine. 

Jesus!  and  did'st  thou  leave- the  sky 

For  miseries  and  woes  ? 
And  did'st  thou  bleed,  and  groan,  and  die 

For  vile  rebellious  foes '? 
324 


MISCELLANEOrS. 

4  Victorious  love  !  can  language  tell 

The  wonders  of  thy  power, 
Which  conquer'd  all  the  force  of  hell 
In  that  tremendous  hour? 

5  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favors  so  divine  1 
0  !  take  this  heart,  this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thine ! 


386  8s.  &  6s. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wand'rers  giv'n  ; 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 

'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven  ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise — and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

.  The  heart  with  anguish  riven ; 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly. 
And  all  secure — in  heaven. 
28  325 


MISCELLAXEOrS. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 

And  joj^s  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

387  C.  M. 

1  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song : 
0  may  his  love  (immortal  flame  !) 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  ? 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss. 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die ! 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

4  Blest  Lord,  while  wje  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee  ; 

May  ev'ry  heart  with  rapture  say, 

"  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

5  0  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  ; 
'Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name. 
xVnd  join  the  sacred  song. 
326 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

1 

388  L.  M. 

1  xlwake,  my  soul,  thy  tribute  bring 
To  him  who  gave  thee  pow'r  to  sing ; 
Praise  Him,  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  How  vast  his  knowledge !  how  profound  ! 

A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd  ! 
The  stars  he  numbers,  and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heav'nly  flames. 

3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold : 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 

To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

4  '•  But  in  redemption,  0  what  grace  ! 

Its  wonders,  0  what  thought  can  trace  ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  for  ever  bright — 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight!" 

389  P.  M. 

1  You  servants  of  Grod, 

Your  Master  proclaim, 

And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  Name ; 
The  Name,  all  victorious, 

Of  Jesus,  extol  ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious. 

And  rules  over  all. 

327 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Christ  ruleth  on  high, 
Almighty  to  save ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh, 
His  presence  we  have : 

The  great  congregation 
His  triumjih  shall  sing, 

Ascribing  salvation 
To  Jesus  our  king. 

3  Salvation  to  Him 

Who  sits  on  the  throne — 

Let  all. cry  aloud 

And  honor  the  Son  : 
Our  Saviour's  loud  praises 

The  angels  proclaim : 
They  fall  on  their  faces 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Him  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right ; 

And  glory  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might : 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

AVith  angels  above  ; 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

For  infinite  love. 

390  C.  M. 

1   Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sov'reign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise. 
•^28 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

'Z  Grive  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free  i 
rte  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 
My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  patience  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

391  L.  M. 

1  Happy  the  saints  whose  lot  is  cast. 

Where  oft  is  heard  the  gospel  sound ; 
The  word  is  pleasant  to  their  taste, 
A  healing  balm  for  every  wound. 

2  With  joy  they  hasten  to  the  place 

Where  they  their  Saviour  oft  have  met, 
And  while  they  feast  upon  his  grace,     mn 
Their  burdens  and  their  griefs  forgot. 

3  This  favor'd  lot,  my  friends,  is  ours ; 

May  we  the  privilege  improve. 
And  find  these  consecrated  hours 
Sweet  earnests  of  the  joys  above. 

392  L.  M. 

1   Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless, 

Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace ; 
From  thee  they  spring,  and  by  thy  hand 
They  have  been  and  are  still  sustained. 
28*  329 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  praised, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  raised ; 

Who,  Lord  of  Heaven,  scorns  not  to  d-J^ll 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

3  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night  present  its  vows  ; 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts,  and  thy  grace. 


393  C.  M. 

1  Thou  art  the  way — to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life — the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conqu'ring  arm. 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life; 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 
330 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


394  C.  M. 

1  Grijife  thanks  to  God.  invoke  bis  name, 

And  tell  the  T7orld  his  grace  ;  ' 

Sound  through  the  world  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  past, 

To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  shall  last. 

3  He  swore  to  Abram  and  his  seed, 

And  made  the  blessings  sure  : 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear : 
Israel  must  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 


395  9s.  &  8s. 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stay'd, 

My  heartland  my  treasure  are  there  : 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  fatherland ; 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore  ; 
Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

331 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  There  is  a  place,  where  the  angels  dwell, 

A  pure  and  peaceful  abode  : 
The  joys  of  that  place,  no  tongue  can  tell — 
But  there  is  the  place  of  Grod  ! 

3  There  is  a  place,  where  my  friends  are  gone 

Who  suffer'd  and  worshipp'd  with  me  ; 
Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 

4  There  is  a  place,  where  I  hope  to  live, 

When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er : 
A  place,  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 
That  blissful  place  is  my  fatherland ; 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore  ; 
Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 


396  L.  M. 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy  Seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet- 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy  Seat. 
332 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  There  is  a  scene  -where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Tho'  simder'd  far — by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  Mercy  Seat. 

4  Ah  !  whether  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd — 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat. 
Had  suffering  saints  no  Mercy  Seat. 

5  There  !  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy  Seat. 

6  Oh,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill. 

My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still,         * 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat. 
If  I  forget  the  Mercy  Seat. 


397  lis. 

1   Come,  you   disconsolate,  where'er   you    lan- 
guish, 
Come,  at  the  mercy  seat  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts — here  tell 
your  anguish, 
Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
heal. 

333 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope,  when    all  others  die,  fadeless  and 
pure  ; 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
"  Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heayeu  cannot 


398  L.  M. 

1  Come,  0  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise : 
But,  0,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame  ? 
What  verse  can  reach  the  lofty  theme  ? 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears  ; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Almighty  power,  with  wisdom,  shines ; 

His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  framo^ 
Declare  the  glory  of  his  name. 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing : 
And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song. 

334 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


399     ■         lis.  &  8s. 

1  Messiah  's  great ;  you  hosts  of  heaven  adore 

him, 
And  you  who  tread  this  earthly  ball ; 
In  holy  songs  rejoice  aloud  before  him, 
And  shout  his  j)raise  who  made  you  all. 

2  Messiah  's  great ;  his  majesty  how  glorious ! 

Resound  his  praise  from  shore  to  shore ; 
O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  now  made  vic- 
torious, 
He  rules  and  reigns  forevormore. 

3  Messiah  's  great ;  his  mercy  how  abounding! 

You  angels,  strike  your  golden  chords  ; 
0,  praise  our  Lord,  with  voice  and  harp  re- 
sounding, 
The  King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords. 


'    400  I2s.  lis.  &  8s. 

1   The  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  is  riding, 
And  glory  attends  him  along  his  bright  way  : 
The  news  of  his  grace  on  the  breezes  are  gli- 
ding. 
And  nations  are  owning  his  sway.    * 

335 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  And    now   through    the    darkest   of  earth's 

gloomy  regions, 
The  wheels  of  his  chariot  are  rolling  sublime, 
His  banners  unfolding  his  own  true  religion, 
Dispelling  the  errors  of  time. 

3  Behold  a  bright  angel  from  heaven  descending, 
High  lifting  his  trumpet,  hosannas  to  raise, 

"  Hail  Son  of  the  highest,  let  every  knee  bend- 

Adore  thee  with  offerings  of  praise. 

4  Thy  sword  and  thy  buckler,  shall  save  and 

deliver, 
The  poor  and  the  needy,  from  foes  that  assail, 
Thy  bow  and  th}"  quiver  shall  vanquish  forever 
The  prince  and  the  legions  of  hell. 

5  Ride  on  in  thy  greatness,  thou  conquering 

Saviour, 
Let  thousands  of  thousands  submit  to   thy 

reign, 
Acknowledge  thy  goodness,  entreat  for  tjiy 

favor, 
And  follow  thy  glorious  train. 

6  Hide  on !  till  the  compass  of  thy  great  do- 

minion, 
The  globe  shall  encircle  from  pole  unto  pole, 
And  mankind  cemented  with  friendship  and 

union, 
Obey  thee  with  heart  and  with  soul. 

336 


DOXOLOGIES. 

Then  loud  shall  ascend  from  each  sanctified 

nation. 
The  voice  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise, 
And  heaven  shall  echo  the  song  of  salvation, 
In  rich  and  melodious  lays." 


DOXOLOGIES. 


401  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  you  heavenly  throng  ; 
0  praise  Jehovah  in  your  song. 


402  C.  M. 

r  Almighty  Father,  gracious  Power, 
Thy  grateful  children  own 
Thy  boundless  love,  and  bow  before 
Thy  everlasting  throne. 

2  Forever  hallowed  be  thy  name, 
All  holy,  good,  and  wise  ; 
And  may  th}'  perfect  will  be  done 
On  earth  as  in  the  skies. 

29  337 


DOXOLOGIES. 

403  H.  M. 

Glory  to  Grod  on  high ; 

Forever  bless  his  name  ; 
Let  earth,  and  seas  and  sky 
His  wondrous  love  proclaim. 
To  him  be  praise  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 

404  7s.  M. 

1  Homage  paid  to  Grod  above, — 
Grod,  whose  nature  all  is  love  ; 

In  his  praise  your  breath  employ, — 
Gracious  Source  of  every  joy  ! 

2  All  our  hopes  of  life  and  heaven 
Through  thy  grace  alone  are  given  ; 
Bliss  eternal,  pure,  divine, — 
Every  gift,  0  God,  is  thine. 

405  S.  M. 

1  To  heaven's  eternal  King, 

Who  rules  supreme  alone,  ^ 

Let  all  on  earth  their  praises  bring, 
And  worship  round  his  throne. 

2  His  name,  as  sovereign  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  and  sure  his  word ; 
His  truth  forever  stands. 

338 


DOXOLOGIES. 

406'  8s.  &  7s.  M. 

Gracious  Source  of  every  blessing, 
Guard  our  breasts  from  anxious  fears ; 
Let  us,  each  thy  love  possessing, 

Peaceful  reach  the  vale  of  years ; 
All  our  hopes  on  thee  reclining, 

Peace,  companion  of  our  way, 
May  our  sun,  in  smiles  declining, 

Rise  in  everlasting  day. 

407  C.  M. 

To  Thee,  whose  temple  is  all  space ; 

Whose  altar,  earth,  sea,  skies : 
One  chorus  let  all  beings  raise, 

All  nature's  incense  rise. 


408  L.  M. 

Be  thou,  0  God,  exalted  high ; 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky. 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  thou  art  here  as  there  obeyed. 

409  10s. 

Burst  into  praise,  my  soul  !   all  nature  join  ! 
Angels  and  men  in  harmony  combine  ; 
While  human  years  are  measured  by  the  sun, 
And  while  eternity  its  course  shall  run. 

339 


DOXOLOGIES. 

41 0  H.  M. 

Now  to  the  King  of  Heaven, 
Your  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
To  him  be  glory  given. 
Power,  majesty  and  praise.     - 

Wide  as  he  reigns, 

His  name  be  sung, 

By  every  tongue. 

In  endless  strains. 


411  7s 

All  who  vital  breath  enjoy 
In  God's  praise  that  breath  ejnploy, 
And  in  one  great  chorus  join  ; 
Praise,  0  praise  the  name  divine. 


412  lis. 

Come,  let  us  adore  Christ,  come,  bow  at  his  feet, 
0  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the 

skies. 

340 


INDEX  TO  THE  SUBJECTS. 


Hymns. 

God 

1—8 

The'Glory  of  God,     . 

9—15 

The  Love  of  God, 

16—25 

The  Power  of  God, 

26—28 

The  Mercy  of  God, 

29     33 

All  nature  attests  the  goodness  of  God,  34 — 44 

The  Praises  of  God, 

45—67 

The  Promise  of  a  Messiah, 

68—70 

Incarnation, 

71—81 

The  Messiah  has  Come. 

82—89 

The  Sufferings  and  Death  of  Christ, 

90—98 

The  Resurrecti(fn  of  Christ, 

99—108 

The  Commandment  to  the  Apostles, 

109—111 

The  Ascension, 

112—117 

The  Coronation  of  Christ, 

118—121 

The  Reign  of  Christ, 

122—128 

The  Priesthood  of  Christ, 

129—133 

The  Love  of  Christ, 

134—136 

Christ,  the  ever-living  Intercessor, 

137—138 

The  Word  of  God, 

139—158 

Faith,         .             .             •             . 

159—163 

Repentance, 

164—165 

Immersion, 

166—180 

Pardon, 

181—184 

The  Lord's'Day, 

185—196 

The  Lord's  Supper, 

197_903 

The  Church, 

204     210 

29* 

341 

INDEX    TO    THE    SUBJECTS. 


Hymns. 

Unity  of  Spirit, 
Social  Worship, 
Sons  of  aod, 

211- 
219- 

227- 

-218 
-226 
-229 

The  Corner  Stone, 

230- 

-231 

Encouragement  to  Penitents, 

232- 

-250 

Salvation, 

251- 

-253 

Missionary  Hymns, 

On  opening  a  House  of  Worship, 

Morning  Hymns, 

254- 
264- 
273- 

-263 

-272 
-277 

Evening  Hymns, 

278- 

-286 

The  New  Year  Hymns, 

28.7- 

-296 

Funeral  Hymns, 

297- 

-308 

Praise, 

309- 

-317 

Resignation,           .             ... 

318- 

-320 

Not  Ashamed  of  Christ, 

321- 

-323 

For  Youth, 

324- 

-329 

Middle  Age,     . 
Old  Age, 

330 
331 

The  Cross, 

332- 

-338 

Parting  Hymns, 
Occasional, 

339- 
344 

-343 

Issues  of  Life  and  Death,     . 

345 

The  Living  and  the  Dead, 

346 

The  Death  of  the  Righteous, 

347 

The  Death  of  a  Youth, 

348 

Hope  in  the  Resurrection, 

349- 

-350 

The  Last  Coming  of  Christ,    . 
The  Eden  of  Love, 

.   351- 
354 

-353 

Miscellaneous,                .         >    . 

355- 

-400 

Doxologies, 
342 

401- 

-412 

INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


Hymns. 

Above — below — where'er  I  gaze,  44 

A  broken  heart,  my  Grod,  my  King,  248 

Again  from  calm  and  sweet  repose,  275 

Again  the  Lord  of  Life  and  Light,  103 

All  hail  the  glorious  morn,  117 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  118 

All  powerful — self-existent  God,  4 

All  who  vital  breath  enjoy,  411 

All  yesterday  is  gone,  243 

Almighty  Father,  gracious  power,  402 

Almighty  maker,  G-od,  39 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,  377 

Among  the  mountain  trees,            ■  382 

And  have  I  measured  half  my  days,  330 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year,  289 

And  will  the  Great  Eternal  God,  271 

And  will  the  Judge  descend,  353 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend,  249 

Angels  rolled  the  rock  away,  99 

Another  fleeting  day  is  gone,  278 

Another  six  days  work  is  done,  185 

Arise  0  King  of  Grace,  arise,  .          208 

Ashamed  of  Christ,  our  souls  disdain,  321 

A  voice  from  the  desert  comes  peaceful  69 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song,  77 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun,  277 

Awake,  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue,  33 

343 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays,  20 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise,  61 

Awake,  my  soul,  thy  tribute  bring,  388 

Awake  our  drowsy  powers,  114 

A  youth  devoted  to  the  Lord,  325 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne,  45 

Begin,  my  soul,  the  lofty  lay,  13 

Behold,  my  servant,  see  him  rise,  70 

Behold  the  Abrahamic  seed,  68 

Behold  the  amazing  gift  of  love,  227 

Behold  the  bright  morning  appeared,  101 

Behold  the  corner  stone,  231 

Behold  the  grace  appears,  76 

Behold  the  man.  how  glorious  he,  90 

Behold  the  morning  sun,  140 

Behold  the  Prince  of  Peace,  84 

Behold  what  witnesses  unseen,  378 
Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high,                 66,  408 

Beyond  the  glittering  starry  sky,  115 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace,  211 

Blest  be  that  firm  and  Christian  love,  342 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds,                   '  216 

Blest  hour  when  mortal  man  retires,  222 

Buried  beneath  the  yielding  wave,  167 
Burst  into  praise,  my  soul !  all  nature  join !  409 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night,  365 

Celestial  worlds,  your  Maker's  name,  46 

Christ  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme,  335 

344 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

Christians,  brethren,  ere  we  part,  343 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day,  108 

Come  all  you  saints  that  love  the  Lord,  361 

Come  Christian  brethren  ere  we  part,  339 

Come  happy  souls  adore  the  Lord,  166 

Come  hither  all  you  weary  souls,  232 

Come  let  us  adore  Christ,  come  bow  at  412- 

Come  let  us  anew  our  journeys  pursue,  288 

Come  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise,  132 

Come  let  us  join  with  one  accord,  190 

Come  let  us  lift  our  voices  high,  201 

Come  0  my  soul  in  sacred  lays,  398 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad,  47 

Come  you  disconsolate  where'er  you  397 

Come  you  redeemed  of  the  Lord,  176 

Come  you  that  know  and  love  the  Lord,  18 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert,  .383 

Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid,  301 

Descending  down  into  the  flood,  174 

Didst  thou  dear  Jesus  suffer  shame,  337 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word,  169 

Early  in  life's  young  days,  328 

Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven,  183 
Ere  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime,  5 
Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretched  abroad,  81 

Ere  in  the  world  again  we  go,  284 

Eternal  and  immortal  King.  11 

Eternal  God,  enthroned  on  high,  331 

345 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymni?. 

Eternal  power — Almighty  God,  19 

Exert  thy  power — thy  rights  maintain,  259 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss,  159 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence,  161 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  prop,  160 

Faithful,  0  Lord,  thy  mercies  are,  17 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night,  375 

Father  divine,  the  Saviour  cried,  92 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines,  14 

Father  in  heaven  thy  sacred  name,  360 

Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless,  392 

Father  of  Mercies,  God  of  Love,  296 

Father  of  Mercies,  in  thy  word,  145 

Father  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss,  390 

Forgiveness,  'tis  a  joyful  sound,  184 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  396 

From  Jesse's  root,  a  branch  did  rise,  87 

From  tribulation's  gloomy  vale,  94 


Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name,  394 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise,  29 

Give  to  the  Lord  in  cheerful  songs,  311 

Glory,  glory  to  our  king,  121 

Glory  to  God  on  high,  403 

Glory  to  thee  my  God  this  night,  286 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays,  206 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  son,  153 

God  of  the  changing  year,  whose  arm  of  290 

God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song,  276 

346 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LIXES. 

Ilymufl. 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days,  315 

God  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice,  273 

God  of  the  world  !  thy  glories  shine,  23 

Go.  missionaries,  and  proclaim,  260 

Go  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord.  109 

Go,  said  the  voice  of  heavenly  love,  261 

Gracious  source  of  every  blessing,  406 

Greatest  of  beings,  source  of  good,  265 

Great  Former  of  this  various  frame,  12 

Great  God,  at  whose  all-powerful  call,  35 

Great  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just,  300 

Great  God  of  wonders,  all  thy  ways,  182 
Great  God,  the  heaven's  well  ordered  frame,  42 

Great  God,  thy  watchful  care  we  bless.  264 

Great  God,  we  in  thy  courts  appear,  179 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God,  205 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great,  110 

Hail  great  Creator  wise  and  good,  34 

Hail  happy  day,  thou  day  of  holy  rest,  194 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed,  88 

Hail  to  the  peaceful  day.  196 

Happy  the  children  of  the  Lord,  151 

Happy  the  saints  whose  lot  is  cast,  391 

Hark  the  herald  angels  sing,  80 

Hark  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy,  96 

Haste  0  sinner,  now  be  wise,  242 

Hear  what  the  voice  of  heaven  proclaims,  299 

Heaven  has  confirmed  the  great  decree,  308 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies,  91 

347 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

He  lives,  he  lives,  and  sits  above,  135^ 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives,  138 

He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns,  127 

Here  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  word,  334 
High  o'er  the  heaven  of  heavens  I  saw  and    37 

Homage  paid  to  Grod  above,  404 

Honor  and  happiness  unite,  370 

How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  0  Lord,  357 

How  beautiful  the  sight,  212 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies,  347 

How  blest  is  he  whose  tranquil  mind,  364 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds,  215 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear,  220 

How  firm  a  foundation  you  saints  of  the  158 

How  free  and  boundless  is  the  grace,  32 

How  great  is  our  Creator  God,  27 

How  honored  is  the  place,  210 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair,  224 

How  pleasant  to  our  hearts  to  see,  217 

How  pleased  and  blessed  was  I,  221 

How  precious.  Lord,  thy  holy  word,  146 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts,  149 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave,  307 

How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord,                -  225 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  354 

Humble  souls  who  seek  salvation,  171 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,  322 

If  all  our  hopes  and  all  our  fears,  371 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath,  57 

318 


INDEX    TO  FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away,  279 

In  Christ  the  Lord  our  eyes  behold,  129 

Indulgent  God  to  thee  we  pray,  255 

In  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptist  stands,  89 

Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see,  333 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory,  332 

In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth,  327 

I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God,  40 

I  would  not  live  alway,  373 

Jehovah,  God,  our  heavenly  King,  270 

Jehovah  reigns,  he  dwells  in  light,  7 

Jehovah  spoke  and  Gabriel  sped,  85 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home,  376 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be,  323 

Jesus,  his  empire  shall  extend,  124 

Jesus,  in  thy  transporting  name,  385 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun,  125 

Jesus  thy  blessings  are  not  few,  237 

Join  all  you  servants  of  the  Lord,  152 

Joy  to  the  world  below,  86 

Joy  to  the  world  the  Lord  has  come,  83 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join,  148 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown,  155 

Let  every  creature  join,  58 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend,  234 

Let  Jews  and  Gentiles,  bond  and  free.  256 

Let  others  boast  their  ancient  line,  229 

Let  party  names  no  more,  214 
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INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

Let  strangers  walk  around,  204 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie,  320 

Let  vain  pursuits  and  vain  desires,  197 

Lift  up  to  God,  the  voice  of  praise,  60 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high,  102 

Look,  you  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious,  120 

Lo  !  he  coiiies,  with  clouds  descending,  352 

Lo  !  the  day  of  rest  declineth,  283 

Lo  !  what  a  precious  corner  stone,  230 

Lo!  what  an  entertaining  sight,  213 

Lo  !  what  enraptured  songs  of  praise,  119 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice,  147 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above,  223 

Lord  of  this  sabbath,  hear  our  vows,  186 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand,  207 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  359 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high,  1 16 

Messiah  's  great ;  you  hosts  of  heaven,  399 

Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  thee,  309 

'Mong  all  the  priests  of  Jewish  race,  130 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb,  105 

My  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love,  340 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise,  313 

My  God  thy  boundless  love  I  praise,  24 

My  gracious  Kedeemer  I  love,  381 

My  keeper,  God,  I  bless  his  name,  293 

No  more,  dear  Saviour,  will  I  boast,  338, 

Vot  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth,  228 
350 


Index  to  first  lines. 


Hyr 


No  war  nor  battle's  sound.  74 

Now  is  the  accepted  time,  239 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace,  2'i- 
Now  let  my  soul.  Eternal  King,              .        154 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey,  131 

Now  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive,  303 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record,  95 

Now  to  our  Grod  let  praises  rise,  52 

Now  to  the  King  of  Heaven,  410 

Now  to  the  Lord  who  built  the  skies,  50 

0  all  you  nations  praise  the  Lord,  54 

0  bless  the  Lord,  our  souls,  314 

0  bow  thy  ear,  Eternal  One,  269 

0  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink,  162 

O  for  a  song  of  joy,  21 

0  for  a  song  of  sacred  joy,  '317 

0  God  accept  the  sacred  hour  199 

.0  how  I  love  thy  holy  law,  141 

0  in  the  morn  of  life  when  youth,  324 

0  let  your  mingling  voices  rise,  252 

0  Lord,  our  heavenly  King,  10 

0  Lord,  thy  perfect  word,  156 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day,  274 

O  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place,  63 

0  render  thanks  to  God  above,  31 

0  the  transcendent  love,  136 

O  thou  to  whom  in  ancient  time,  267 

O  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where,  281 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  tlie  dead,  112 
351 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymus. 

Our  Saviour  plunged  beneath  the  wave,  168 

Our  souls  shall  magnify  the  Lord,  75 

O  worship  the  King,  all  glorious  above,  15 

Peace,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand,  304 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan,  233 

Praise  everlasting  praise  be  paid,   ^  310 

Praise  Grod  from  whom  all  blessings  flow,  401 

Praise  the  Lord,  his  glory  bless,  65 

Praise  the  Lord  in  that  best  place,  63 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above,  48 

Praise  the  Lord,  y-ou  heavens  adore  him,  64 

Praise  you  Jehovah's  name,  62 

Praise  you  the  Lord  around  whose  throne,  266 

Praise  you  the  Lord,  my  heart  shall  join,  56 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee,  226 

Proclaim,  says  Christ,  my  wondrous  grace,  175 

Eaise  your  triumphant  songs,  25 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King,  123 

Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bounds  294 

Repent  and  be  immersed,  165 

Repent  the  voice  celestial  cries,  164 

Reviving  sleep,  thy  sheltering  wing,  368 

Rise,  0  my  soul,  pursue  the  path.  379 

Safely  through  another  week,  191 

Salvation,  0  the  joyful  sound,  251 

Saviour,  mighty  King  in  Zion,  173 

See  another  year  is  gone,  291 
352 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

See  how  he  loved,  exclaimed  the  Jews,  369 

See  how  repenting  sinners  trace,             ,  180 

See  the  leaves  around  iis  falling.  292 

Send  forth  thy  messengers  of  peace,  257 

Sing  to  the  Lord  in  joyful  strains,  59 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  Jehovah's  name,  26 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  most  high,  316 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  you  distant  lands,  51 

Sinner,  the  voice  of  Grod  regard,  245 

Sinners,  v\'ill  you  scorn  the  message,  246 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray,             '  282 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day,  280 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong,  38 

Sons  of  men  behold  from  far,  82 

Stretched  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies,  97 

Supreme  in  power,  0  Grod  of  grace,  268 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,  312 

Sweet  is  the  work,  0  Lord,  195 

Sweet  were  the  sounds  that  reached  our  30 

The  angels  that  watched  round  the  tomb,  107 

The  first  almightt"  cause.  3 

The  gloom  of  the  night  adds  a  charm  to  372 

The  glorious  universe  around,  218 

The  Grod  of  love  will  sure  indulge,  306 

The  great  Redeemer  we  adore,  177 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glor3^  Lord,  139 

The  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreads.  235 

The  lands  that  long  in  darkness  laid,  79 

The  long  expected  morn,  78 
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INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

The  Lord,  how  fearful  is  his  name,  28 

The  Lord  is  come  the  heavens  prochiim,  71 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed,  104 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light,  209 

The  Lord  of  lords  and  Kino-  of  king-s.  3S4 
The  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall  quake,  351 
The  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns,                 126,  356 

The  Lord — the  Sovereign  King,  9 

The  morn  of  life,  how  fair  and  gay,  329 

The  morning  dawns  upon  the  place,  93 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod,  272 

The  Prince  of  Peace  is  come,  363 

The  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  is  400 
The  Prince  of  Salvation  is  coming,  prepare,  374 

The  rising  morn,  the  closing  day,  36 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear  236 

The  Saviour  lives,  and  be  his  name,  355 

The  Saviour  lives,  no  more  to  die,  137 

The  Saviour  risen  to-day  we  praise,  188 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high,  8 

The  swift  declining  day,  244 

The  term  of  life  assigned  to  man,  287 

The  thirsty  earth  receives  the  rain,  142 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears,  133 

The  volume  of  my  father's  grace,  144 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought,  73 

The  world  can  never  give,  345 

There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks,  1 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,  386 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stay'd,  395 
354 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale,  67 

This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid,  113 

This  day  the  Lord  hath  called  his  own,  192 

This  is  the  day  the  first  ripe  sheaf,  187 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,  189 

Thou  art,  Almighty,  Lord  of  all,  22 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  298 

Thou  art  the  way,  to  thee  alone,  393 

Thou  hast  said,  exalted  Saviour,  172 
Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path,  350 

Thus  it  became  the  Prince  of  Peace,  178 

Thus  saith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain,  72 

Thus  the  Eternal  Father  spoke,  122 

Thy  blessing,  everlasting  Grod,  341 

Thy  glory,  Lord,  the  heavens  declare,  41 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess,  16 

Thy  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light,  150 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord,  55 

Thy  people.  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word,  254 

Thy  ways,  0  Lord,  with  wise  design,  318 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come,  163- 

'Tis  finished,  so  the  Saviour  cried,  98 

'Tis  Grod,  the  Father  we  adore,  170 

'Tis  Religion  that  can  give,  380 

To  heaven's  Eternal  King,  405 

To  him  who  did  salvation  bring,  253 

To  Jesus  our  exalted  Lord,  203 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name,  387 

To  thee,  my  righteous  King  and  Lord,  49 

To  thee  whose  temple  is  all  space,  407 

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INDEX    TO  FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns, 

Trusting  in  Christ,  go  heralds  rear,  258 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord,  157 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  eventful  night,  198 

'Twas  the  commission  of  the  Lord,  111 

Unveil  th}^  bosom,  faithful  tomb,  349 

Wait  every  soul,  your  Maker's  will,  319 

Watchman  tell  us  of  the  night,  367 

We  sing  of  God,  the  might  source,  2 

We  sing  the  majesty  of  Grod,  6 

We  sing  the  Saviour's  love,  134 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page,  143 

What  mean  these  jealousies  and  fears,  181 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  Grod,  219 

When  as  returns  this  solemn  day,  193 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away,  348 

W^hen  I  survey  the  painful  cross,  200 

When  langor  and  disease  invade.  344 

When  quiet  in  my  house  I  sit,  366 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled,  247 

When  we  the  sacred  grave  survey.  100 
Where'er  the  blustering  north  wind  blows,  262 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light,  250 

While  now  upon  this  sabbath  we,  285 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun,  295 

Who  are  the  dead  ? — the  sons  of  time,  346 

Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends,  305 

Why  flow  these  torrents  of  distress,  302 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die,  297 
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Hyniiis. 
ooO 


With  great  surprise  the  cross  I  view, 

With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth,  53 

With  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes,  358 

With  songs  of  grateful  praise,  263 

Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slaiu,  202 

AVorthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway,  362 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose^  106 

You  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth,  326 

You  servants  of  Christ,  your  master  128 

You  servants  of  God,  389 

You  sinners  fear  the  Lord,  241 

You  sons  of  earth  arise,  238 

You  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record,  43 

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